Written by Robert Osmond. Recorded by Pennan Brae.
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If I Lose You
Never wandered out alone Never strayed too far from home
Now I’ve left my bed
Confusion lies ahead
There
Off in the distance
You stand
Offering resistance
The wall ‘gainst which I lean
Begins to fall
If I lose you now A part of me would die
If I lose you now
My heart would surely sigh
It’s no lie
Scars scratched upon my face The pain of you I taste
Cuts through me a deep slice
Of jagged tears of ice
Here
Armed for destruction
Aimed
At my fragile construction
The precipice on which I stand
Begins to slide
Wounded on bended knee
Guard is down hear my plea
White flag defenseless
Calling out S.O.S.
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