You haven’t lived in my skin and felt the arrows pierce.
You haven’t sung the story that no one cares to hear.
You may feel it’s all righteous to judge another one.
You haven’t lived tomorrow, God Bless You when it comes.

When it all comes down. When all is said and done. Will you be ready when it comes.
Oh, when it comes.


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