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