Lord, these words I beg of you as I kneel down at my bed because soon I will be dead let’s face it, soon I will be dead and I just want to I want to see the boy happy with some hope in his pale eyes is that too much to ask? before I die I have one final dream for my own life I don’t care anything.
Lord, these words I beg of you as I kneel down at my bed let’s face it, soon I will be dead and I just want to I want to see the boy happy with his arms around his first love is that too much to ask? before I die I have one final dream for my own life I don’t care anything
and I just want to I want to see this boy happy – why is this such a bad thing?