Riplui

Every life deserves a song Be it short or be it long It had it's light, it's flame, it's fate And a mystery of how it's made I went away I didn't call I never said goodbye at all And the plane, seventh grade, and the very next, she was laid (In the) hands of the almighty, in the hands of the almighty All I can do is hanging on around and the other on the gun Every death deserves a tear, fall they far or fall they near And every life deserves a song, be it short, or be it long Might be the almighty, it might be the almighty All I can do is hanging on around and the other on the gun