Can you tell me what went wrong? Can you name the part that died?
That turned you from a blushing one into sorrow’s bride.
With all of these wise men searching for your light.
And you see the black sky only yields the night.Even if the sky was filled with shooting stars,
You’d wish upon your puny, little human heart.
And you say even the Son of God is not good enough,
To save you, to save you now.Mark off your penance with a cigarette lighter.
The note she left smells of her skin.
Your cauterize your heart with holy fire,
While the blisters burst and burn again.Even if the sky was filled with shooting stars,
You’d wish upon your puny, little human heart.
And you say even the Son of God is not good enough,
To save you, to save you now.If all you need is a song, a little time to be alone.
Then hide yourself in this one because it’s time to move on.
You drink yourself into oblivion and pray this is your last night.
The morning comes like cancer, the stubborn sun puts up a hell of a fight.Even if the sky was filled with shooting stars,
You’d wish upon your puny, little human heart.
And you say even the Son of God is not good enough,
To save you, to save you now.“Like Cancer” by Death Comesto Matteson
Too many times in our lives we try to fix everything ourselves. We convince ourselves that we have to carry the burden alone with no help from our Father, or anyone else, for that matter. So, next time you find yourself weighed-down by your struggles, heartaches, and fears, wish upon our “shooting star” from heaven–our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ–instead of your own “puny, little human heart.” If you don’t, failure is sure to follow.
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