The End of the World
Cry me a tear that mourns every death, then
Salute me a toast that honours the last breath, when
We wait alone at the end of the world.
Crack me a joke that brings a smile to my lips, then
Blow me a kiss before my helplessness dips, when
We sit alone at the end of the world.
Bury me deep so I can see the light, then
Say me a prayer and dream in the night, when
You sleep alone at the end of the world.
Make me a promise and don’t give up hope, then
Hold me that thought so we might all just cope, when
You’re all alone at the end of the world.
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