Bruce Donnola: Music

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Angel, try to forgive,
Today I hang, tomorrow we live.
Face it, I's never no good
The things I done, the things I would

Try not to see me the way that you want me to be
Look at me straight now and finally let yourself see,
It's me.

Bury me any-old-where
Without a marker, without a prayer
And rain, rain coming down
A sapling will rise up from out of the ground...

And some day, grown tall and free
You can lay yourself down there under that tree
Then angel, try to forgive
Today I hang, tomorrow we live.
Today I hang, tomorrow we live.