[Spoken]
Life is hard, but if you’re there…
[Verse 1]
If I wish hard enough, will my dreams come true?
If I waste my life dreaming, will my wishes be real?
If I look at the stars every night, will my plea be heard?
If I kneel down and pray, will help be sent to guide me?
If I beg for a clear path, will someone light my way?
If I lose my way, will you take my hand and help me along the journey?
[Chorus]
Do you promise to stay by my side?
Do you promise to cherish my life?
Do you promise to always support me?
Do you promise to forever love me? Promise?
[Verse 2]
If I start to fall, will you catch me before I land?
If the oceans overflow and flood, will you save me from drowning?
If the clouds start to form, will you shelter me from the storm?
If the walls around me fall down, will you pull me from the rubble?
If life starts to fight back, will you help me win the war?
If society starts to cave in on me, will you help me out of the door?
[Chorus]
Do you promise to stay by my side?
Do you promise to cherish my life?
Do you promise to always support me?
Do you promise to forever love me? Promise?
[Bridge]
When the world seems so bleak, you are the shining star that brings back the light.
When life is dull in black and white, you are the rainbow that colours my sight.
[Chorus]
Do you promise to stay by my side?
Do you promise to cherish my life?
Do you promise to always support me?
Do you promise to forever love me? Promise?
[Spoken]
Do you promise? Forever?

Just as the sun doth kiss the sapphire waves,
Who clash so fiercely the frontier sand,
As steady as Ra ascends the sky,
Golden beams of life to Mother Earth.
As certain as these occurrences do come,
So burneth my love for thee.

Days do arrive lacking the kiss of gold,
Heaven’s cobble may obscure the way,
Betrayal of sight whispering lies,
Imperceptible, yet forever present.
As lover’s quarrels appear so dim,
Devotion will prevail evermore.

When the sun blesses earth no more,
As the moon flees the inky grasp,
Stars shall perish in fiery abandon,
And lasts mortal breaths gasp out.
From walls pebbled with precious gems,
My soul still brims passion for you.

Darkest of Angels doth flit nearby,
His hand claims souls with each moment,
Heaving lives from misery on Earth,
Into eternities o’ Heav’n or Hell.
Saint Peter shall summon mine epitaph,
Embrace me then, in our feathered grasps.