Down On My Knees
If addiction was offically labeled a disease,
I would go down on my knees.
If all the wars could end,
I would go down on my knees.
If the Kennedy brothers were still alive,
I would go down on my knees.
If all the dead soldiers could come back from World War Two,
I would go down on my knees.
If all the pain and suffering of this world could be healed,
I would go down on my knees.
If I could go back in time and fix my mistakes with you,
I would go down on my knees.
But until those days come to pass,
I will die on my feet,
so you can watch me rise,
with all the things I carry-
the painful memories of you.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
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