I sat inside my pen My things strewn on my bed A tear runs down my cheek Despair runs through my head My bag is in the closet It’s twelve o’clock at night And down the hall I see One door still rimmed with light I pushed it opened quietly She’s sitting on the floor My books fill up her shelves My posters on her door I hold her in my arms And try to show a smile She knows what’s going on That I’m leaving for a while Her head is on my shoulder My tears are on her cheek My heart grips hers so strongly Though my hands grip hers so weak I’m sorry my dear girl I don’t know how long I’ll be I’m sorry pretty child Please, please forgive me I don’t know how long I'm going to be I know i'll try to call I don’t know where I don’t know when But I'll love you through it all I know this may be hard And the sky may look so gray
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