If ever I do perish in the night,
please take the mem'ries that we've held so dear
and bind them to the everlasting light
of promise I believed could leave me here
Don't hold me mad an instant that comes forth,
but stroke my death with loving sweet caress
The voice that whispers soft mine ear, goes hoarse
with tears I hoped would fall, I must confess
But now in time, these words must not apply
For here our youth remains a speckled hope
Our lips can touch today I am alive
and in your arms, there lies no need to cope
Such fear of mourning now turns dark and numb
My heart beats loud and fierce as pounding drums
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