Dogwood

Nicole Dollanganger

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O Lord, please don’t take him from me
I need him, you know I do
I try to stop him from using that shit
But there’s no telling that man what to do

But you’ll have to pry him from my cold, dead grip
If you try taking him from me, O Lord
And you know I refuse to understand that he just makes his own bed
And there’s no use trying

O Lord, please don’t give him those wings
You know how reckless he can be sometimes
And o I swear doesn’t mean it when he says
He don’t care if he lives or dies

And I'm not sure if you can hear this, but I read
Your name across his chest and I thought I’d try
So if you’re there, Lord, I am begging you to spare him
Just spare him, to you I cry

Or you’ll have to pry him from my cold, dead grip
‘Cause I'm not letting go of him