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The Light Inside Me
The light inside me tells me to do good,
Should I listen to it?
I don't think I should,
But it seems I wither away; bit by bit.
You don't seem to understand,
This is eating me up inside,
What makes you sit there and wonder,
Is this how I'm going to die?
The death of a angel cries,
Allowing the crow to fly,
It's such a beautiful thing,
To see such things give and die.
You might understand what I am trying to say,
But you have no idea what's coming this way,
You must listen to the prophecy,
Or you'll end up like me; what a catatrophe.
The light inside me tells me to do good,
Should I listen to it?
I don't think I should,
But it seems I wither away; bit by bit.
You don't seem to understand,
This is eating me up inside,
What makes you sit there and wonder,
Is this how I'm going to die?
The death of a angel cries,
Allowing the crow to fly,
It's such a beautiful thing,
To see such things give and die.
You might understand what I am trying to say,
But you have no idea what's coming this way,
You must listen to the prophecy,
Or you'll end up like me; what a catatrophe.