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Flowers on my grave Jesus saves that's the bitter taste of blackness Eyes closed tight, pitch of night, starring into the face of blindness If I'm possessed if I confess kneeling feeling the earth beneath Stumbling mumbling it ends at the cross, Undistinguished words make me complete Gazing, Raising, instinctively up, warmth to wrap the coldness Draining, straining, all in me waning, to muster the faith of boldness Teaching, reaching, outward and on, to touch what lays before me Coping hoping to find a recall Never disappointed in what I see We only live inside ourselves Until someone takes us out of here You got to stand for something You've got to stop the suffering From Letras Mania