• The world could end tomorrow morn
    I would beg it not, without a last wish
    My wish to see my love, my heart I'd sworn
    To hold her in my arms, to give her a kiss
    To take her hand, to behold those eyes
    To be together, once at last
    To fill the air, warm, with our sighs.
    We smile and laugh of things in the past.
    We speak of our future, a family to grow
    Children to make angels green with envy
    The perfect wife, a perfect husband
    A perfect life, with years to spend many
    She cries tears of joy, my tears however are sad.
    The world could end tomorrow morn
    My dear mackensie, I'd never warn