When I awake, I'm afraid
That I will not see you again
I've lost too many to forget
That overnight a life can end
Sun comes up, I open my eyes
Hope you've made it through the night
Dark is cunning, I have heard it
Tries to convince you life's not worth it
As it comes, call the Lord
He's fought off things like these before
When I awake, I'm afraid
That I will not see you again . . .
(Sorry for the poor grammar!)
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