This is my vow to you,
That after this life is over,
And the green fields of mayhem have gone,
When all that beholds beauty is lost,
And we have no one to hold us
Or make us feel wanted,
When I'm ready to turn to you
And give you my heart,
I will whisper softly
And you may not hear me,
But you will know what I'm saying
And you will know it's true,
You'll hold my hand,
And I'll manage to choke out,
I do