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The Will


As I'm sitting here begging you please hold on

You gotta promise me you won't leave me alone

But don't lie to me and set off on your own

Before I even know you're already gone

 

I constantly wonder how you're doing

Can you barely breathe or are you already moving?

I can't help myself but think that you can see me

But at the same time I already see you leaving

 

Then I remember the promise you made me

The look that you gave me

As your essence flashes through my eyes

I remember the hand you had dealt me

The stories you'd tell me

About the legends who would never say die

I remember the oath you swore

As I walked out your door

And nonchalantly said goodbye

You said you would be sure

That I'd see you once more

But now I feel that might have been the last time

 

I've always believed the best could always happen

And that optimists could always create magic

But now suddenly my view has rearranged

Because miracles never seemed so far away

 

As I'm sitting here begging you  please hold on

You gotta promise me you won't leave me alone

But don't lie to me and set of on your own

Before I even know you're already gone

 

Then I remember the promise you made me 

The look that you gave me

As your essence flashes through my eyes

I remember the hand that you dealt me

The stories you'd tell me 

About the legends who would never say die

I remember the oath you swore

As I walked out your door

And casually said goodbye

You said you would be sure

That I could see you once more

And now there's not a single doubt in my mind

 

That your will has not yet been written

And your spirit is certainly still living

In fact the spirit has kept you going

It's the will that you're constantly showing

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