As the phone calls started coming
Full of worry, fret, and fright...

The Christmas tree was chosen
The ornaments all hung...

Good morning, angel,
The sun still rose...

The sky is clear, the air so warm,
Our bodies sad and cold...

Please, don't cry, even though
I had to leave your side...

The phone call came in this morning
Before the sun began to rise...

I used to sit and wonder,
If all love must die...

Shy and abandoned, I waited,
Wilting into the hot and burning sun...

Don't let go my love, please,
I won't be able to fly anymore...

I swore I'd never be here again
In this place of confusion, love, and desire...

I don't know where I'm going
I'm starting to lose all hope...

Oh - my dear Father
I come to You today...