Promise is a Promise
This is our last day
I think I should now pray
I taste the salt in my frayed tear drop
and I pray with all my heart for a moment's delay
This is our last day
I think I can breathe for you
I hold your hand ever so cold
as I pray for you to feel heart's hold
This is our last day
I think I can strengthen you with resolve
I bargain with my ever present Lord
as I pray that we can swap and you can stay
This is our last day
my promise is a bed of thorns
I do not wish to face this unbearable storm
as I pray that fireflies will carry my sweetheart love everafter away
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