The day you told me,
a cold snowy day,
your rides battery died
and my father helped you get by.
you told me what you thought
and it ached my heart to the 'lot'
I stole some tears away from your face
and i crispened up to hug you
and even cried when you said...
you'd be going away
you revealed to me an empty plain
whereby which my sadness was engraved
I hereby stand by my bed and pray to end your ways
i know your empty now
a decision clouded in obscurity
a fully standing choice,
wrapped in insecurities
A choice I know you will regret:
become his property
be his maid
become his slave...
pray to the lord
and you will be saved
Oh my dear friend
please do not forsake he
that died just for you
please forget your new ways
and return to the good
