"Where the streets are made of gold; in your pressence healed and whole. Let the songs of Heaven rise to You alone."

Saturday, June 12, 2010

when i die, don't cry, but get high for me;;;

so you can feel like you flying in the sky with me.

In my life, I went from a straw hat to a crown
I been through a few up's, and a whole lot of downs
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