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