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| daleearnhardtjrishot (profile) wrote, on 10-29-2003 at 9:00am | |
| Hello God, It's me again. 2a.m. room 304 Visiting hours are over Time for our bedside tug-of-war The sleeping child between us May not make it through the night I'm fightin back the tears, as she fights for her life Chorus: Well it must be kinda crowded On the streets of Heaven So tell me, what do you need her for? Don't you know one day, She'll be your little girl forever But right now I need her so much more She's much to young to be on her own Barely just turned seven So who will hold her hand when she crosses The streets of heaven Tell me God, do you remember the wishes that she made as she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake. She wants to ride a pony when she's big enough. She wants to marry her daddy when she's all grown up. *Chorus* Lord don't you know she's my angel You've got plenty of your own And I know you hold a place for her, But she's already got a home Well I don't know if your listening, But praying's all there's left to do So I ask you Lord have mercy You lost a son once too. Well it must be kinda crowded On the streets of Heaven So tell me, what do you need her for? Don't you know one day, She'll be your little girl forever But right now I need her so much more And Lord I know once you've made up your mind There's no use in beggin So if you take her with you today Will you make sure she looks both ways And will you hold her hand When she crosses the streets of heaven. The streets of heaven |
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metallicnailpolish | 10-29-03 9:27am I love this song! It's so sad. And I like your picture, too. Pretty interesting. |