And if I were to die tonight,
with this crown on my head,
and these dead roses in my hand,
then I wouldn't consider myself
a king at all.
And if you were to leave
at the very sight of me,
then all of my intentions
would be wrong.
And if there's someway,
within all this nonsense you
can hear me, then I
ask you speak,
not so I can hear your words,
but so that your words
can bless the very presence
of air.
And if I'm the one who has
to say good-bye,
then it can be forgotten
amongst the secrets in
the Lily Garden.
And if this was never meant
to be,
then I can gaurantee you
that angels are creatures of sin,
miracles are not works of God,
and memories are never there to be
remembered.
So I say to you,
leave if you must,
but as you go,
know that with you,
you will always carry my soul.
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