When you have dreams, where do they disappear?
When your scared, why must you fear?
When people die, where does their spirit rise to?
Do we really cross over the light, I would like to believe that it's true.
God brings us back as his Angel's of grace.
With a heart of gold and one angelic face.
He has big plans for our time on here.
I imagine time goes by but I still fear.
If love killed us, then why do we fall in love just to die.
We are told that this is our time, but maybe everyone lies.
What if we don't want to leave the earth, because we couldn't say goodbye.
They say when it rains, another angel cries.
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