Your bed feels cold
The night tarry
You stay awake not sure what fate awaits us
Our fate rest on a stalk of grace and
Our tomorrow was not promised
The ribbon was a symbol of my promise
That I do return no matter what
But who dare throw a dice on the gaming table of uncertainty?
Who dare speaks so boldly of life when we live by it's mercies?
But one thing I know, it's not goodbye
The will to survive is greater
And if I ever feel like giving up
I'll look at your pedal and aloud say it out
It's not goodbye, not yet.
