Fighting back the tears, mother reads the
note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, it's
always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays
I don't want to start any blasphemous
rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I
expect to find Him laughing
Girl of eighteen, fell in love with
everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car, ended up
On a
life support machine
Summer's day, as she passed away
Birds
were singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain, and once again
A tear
fell from her mother's eye
I don't want to start any blasphemous
rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I
expect to find Him laughing
Ssss....