Image Part 2
Those up in the sky that I love
We will meet in the 2-way mirror
Our images will touch one another’s soul
For 7 split seconds
If you are ready or not
I will grasp your soul and hold on tight
I will feel the pain that you felt before God
Took you out of my life
As we look through this mirror
Feel and taste the salty tears roll down our cheeks
I will pray for the pain that is deep within
This mirror
Then I will tell you
It sucks to be me
Our 7 seconds is up
So I will break this mirror and feel another source of pain
Our souls will touch for 7 split seconds
7 is the only lucky number to enter my Lord’s Heaven
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T J | Year Posted 2010
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