and i'll pray that you'll come home soon

Some day you will die, but I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark



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