Pleading With My Soul

The pain is marked across my face,
Like Sundays child who fell from grace,
To save those things buried by the past,
Yet after that she vanished.

If some day I do not wake,
Or if by chance, it is too late,
I beg you, look beyond the stars,
To days which made us laugh.

It's hard to give so much to you,
But in my heart I know it's true,
That time will tell, my fate is sealed,
Don't cry now, don't cry for me