I know these lines will make you angry -
That they're written in your blood
And carved from flesh you offered up to share
But they are a gift to you the same
The gift of telling you good bye
Of leaving through an ever open door
I'm not sorry I am happy
I am sorry you are not -
Not sorry that we ever ever met
I have given you myself
You have given me yourself
The first deserves the best of ourselves
I always felt you were a heaven
You must be if you brought him
Now let yourself be a haven for your heavenly soul
Teach our son that holy rock 'n roll
Teach our son your holy rock 'n roll
Teach our son some trinity of soul
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