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I see death where we used to dance YOUTUBE video

Please go to my YouTube channel and see more videos, subscribe and hit the like button, and if you like my videos please share with friends Thanks This is the first of many poems video I made; more is coming. Tik Tok page is - Poem21foryou Facebook page is - Music Lovers & Friends Instagram page is - poem21foryou Author: Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir

Sinéad O'Connor - The Music Was My Voice

I knew it when I lost you That my heart was broken in two My soul has been screaming since God picked you The smell of you is fading away and I cry tears in blue The pain in my chest is stuck in me like a tattoo I don't know how to live without you It's time to give up the fight I don't wanna live with this pain another night I just wanna sing with the angels tonight The music was my voice All I wanted was to be heard I know you all loved me I felt it in my blood But I don't wanna stay here anymore I wanna be with my angel in the sky It's time for me to say goodbye When I'm Gone, You will have my songs When you are singing along You can think of me and my son It's time to give up the fight I don't wanna live with this pain another night I just wanna sing with the angels tonight The music was my voice All I wanted was to be heard I know you all loved me I felt it in my blood But I don't wanna stay here anymore I wanna be with my angel in the sky

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Einmanna sál verkjuð og þjáð Dauðanum hún varð að bráð Hungur og sorg slökti hennar innra bál Einelti og ofbeldi drápu hennar sál … Líf hennar tárum var stráð Í orðum það erfitt er að tjá Marin og blá í skólanum þú hana sást Haltrandi um sárþjáð … Sársaukin í augum hennar skein Eins og glitrandi stjarna með ljósin deyfð orð hennar hljóð eins og lítið kvein hún var búin að skipuleggja fund við dauða sinn … Vinalaus og ein hún bar sinn þunga stein Krakkarnir gerðu að henni grín og fannst hún vera óhrein Dæmd hún var vegna forfeðra synda sem hún bar Eymdin var of mikil, hún þetta ey lengur gat … Í jarðaför hennar enginn kom Á kistunni sáust ekki blóm Í skírnargjöf fékk hún um æðar sínar dæmt blóð Hún fæddist inn í heim hjá hjartlausri þjóð … Höfundur Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir Poem21foryou.blogspot.com

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