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mercy killing : fulfillment of dead plea
Where are we going tomorrow, across the river
where no tears can track us on gravel roads
until I get my wings from the everlasting almighty
my stories are bound to die away, untold
if i close my eyes under memphis skies
will i open them again under tennessee soil
and when i sing a song of passing Jordon, slowly
will they know nothing of me, but of labor and toil
erase my scars, let me keep my knowledge
and memories, although some bitter and cold
take down my words, though broken and vengeful
throw them into the waters below
