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Afraid to open my eyes.
Horror of facing the day.
Mist of the morning is fading,
while cancer burn in my bones.
Horror of facing the pain.
Years ago I had plans,
what to do with my life.
But now it all is so futile.
Oh.. again my fears come true
and painkillers are out of effect.
To the pain I must reconcile.
The color of my desperation,
if I wouldn't be heading to Christ.
Would even be darker than now.
My dream is to wake one morning
without these tears of pain.
Oh.. why can't I just die?
The color of my desperation,
if I wouldn't be heading to Christ.
Would even be darker than now.
My dream is to wake one morning
without these tears of pain.
Oh.. why can't I just die?
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