Here I am Lord,
sitting with pen in hand.
You made me no promises
of when my time would end.
My life has shortened,
as the days pass by.
I will not ask you
if I can still write Goodbye.
Here I am Lord,
sitting with pen in hand.
You made me no promises
of when my time would end.
My life has shortened,
as the days pass by.
I will not ask you
if I can still write Goodbye.