What would you do if I showed up on your front...
And cried a thousand tears...

Cross my heart,
Hope to die...

Dear Krysta
Silently I cry in the cold December rain...

I see a beautiful lady standing on the other side...
I try to run to the other side but it just gets...

Horns go up all around,
A magnificent solo sounds...

Did they not see the writing on the walls,
The writing he wrote everyday...