Don'T Pass Me By
Maybe the timing or the place just isn't right
Sometimes you know, but still you're wrong just out of spite
Where is that angel that forever watches me?
I told him where to meet, he knew just where that I would be
I am here, here all alone, waiting to hear the trumpet blast
I see none whose packed a bag, believe me they will be the last
Maybe with eyes closed I could pretend to fly up high
I'll reach the stars then heaven just as prophesied
Look, there's my maker and he's come for me at last
But much to my surprise, He looked at me and then he passed
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012
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