A prayer for the dying,
For the waves coming in.
And washing the edges,
The edges away from within.
Of your heart.
My heart.
A prayer for the dying,
For the sun coming up.
To feel all opponent,
So misunderstood.
Of your heart.
My heart.
Your heart
My heart
Your heart
My heart
Writer(s): Lisa Margaret Hannigan
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