I had a friend, but now he’s not here.
It makes me think a lot off things.
He used to dream whit snakes and birds,
and now he fly and look at me.
Now he is flying in heaven, like a bird.
He was just playing when god decided,
That He’ll take Paul to heaven, in a while.
Look for a reason, sleeping on your bed.
Look for a reason sleeping on your bed.
And now you want to be like a bird,
It makes me think a lot off things.
He used to dream with snakes and birds,
and know he fly and look at me.
Now he is flying in heaven like bird.
Now he is flying, and now I’m dieing, because I’m here.
