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As I lay here beside you while you sleep, I wonder how you feel
I know these wounds are old, but they never seem to heal
I love you so much baby, yet, I feel weíre drifting apart
Somehow I just know it; I can feel it in my heart

The pain deep down inside me, is eating at my soul
I feel as if your bodies a prison, and your heart has been paroled
I hurt so bad inside just thinking, tomorrow we may not be
Iím begging you baby please, why canít you simply see

As tears flow down my face, I softly touch your hair
The smell of your sweet perfume, filling up the air
I feel your body close to mine, yet, you seem so far away
Itís tearing me up inside, Iím begging you, please baby stay

I lay here in the dark, with tear drops in my eyes
Cherishing every lasting moment, before our true love dies
I pull your body close to mine, and hold on, as tight as I can
I pray to god your love never dies; it would be more than I could stand

I slowly sit up in bed, and watch you as you sleep
While the love that once filled my heart, now causes it to weep
I slip down to my knees and pray to God youíll always stay
ďJust give me one more moment; just give me one more dayĒ

Steve E Poore
Sept 26th, 2007


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