Sorry guys...

But since some troll flamer (I'll withhold giving his name out unless he insists on escalating things further) followed me back from a community to this journal, I'm having to lock anonymous comments. I don't think this'll matter, since I can't remember the last time someone besides him commented anonymously on this journal; if this'll be a problem, email or IM me. If you don't have either address, then assume I don't know you well enough to make an exception for you. :P

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Father hear my prayer
I need the perfect words
Words that he will hear
And know they're straight form you
I don’t know what to say
I only know it hurts
To see my friend slowly fade away
So maybe this time
I'll speak the words of life
With your fire in my eye
But that that old familiar fear
Is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of?
Cause here I go again

Talking about the rain
And going over things
That wont live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance to tell him that you love him
But here I go again
Here I go again

Lord you love him so
You gave your only son
If he would just believe
He will never die
But how then will he know
What he has never heard
Lord he has never seen you mirrored in my life
So maybe this time
I'll speak the words of life
With your fire in my eye
But that old familiar fear
Is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of
Cause here I go again

Talking about the rain
And going over things
That wont live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance to tell him that you love him
But here I go again
Here I go again

Here I go…
Here I go…

So maybe this time
I'll speak the words of life
With your fire in my eye
But that old familiar fear
Is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of
Cause here I go again

Talking about the rain
And going over things
That wont live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance to tell him that you love him
This might be my last chance to tell him that you love him
This might be my last chance to tell him that you love him…

You love him…

What am I so afraid of?…

But how then will he know what he has never heard?