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Yesterday I was in a room
That was decorated in greens and blues.
There people gathered there
And they were all in somber moods.
I searched the crowd for a familiar face
And I saw you against the wall.
You seemed to be deep in thought
You were the most serious of them all.
I waved and you didn't see me.
In fact you looked right through me.
I said hello but you didn't hear me.
What had happened to me?
I tried to hug you and you shivered
As though you'd felt a breeze.
And when my arms passed through your body,
I was brought down to my knees.
I realized I was at my funeral
And I knew how I had died.
My passing was no accident.
I had committed suicide.
No one cared that I was gone
Or for the wistful prayers I'd said.
If I din't know any better,
I'd think they were glad I was dead.
So if at night you hear a prayer,
You know Im being heard.
And I will always be there,
Saying these lonely words:
Oh God, if you had helped me then
I wouldn't have to die tonight.
And if I never see another day
Then that makes everything all right.
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