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Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't
Cross my heart and pray I don't
But if I die before I wake
Please God, repair the hearts I break.

When you sleep in slumbers deep
You don't see the tears I weep
A thousand roses, one for each,
Would not portray my sorrow's reach.

People come and people go
But angels never leave, you know
We both forsee the darkness near
So tell me ... why are you still here?

God forbid I shed these tears
For all the pain of wasted years
Grant me peace and rest this night
And let me see the morning's light.