His Daisy
We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other, and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot"
Oh, we're half way there
Oh-oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer
Whoa, we're half way there
Take my hand, and we'll make it, I swear
Whoa-ah
I look down to find he has fallen sleep, I have been massaging his head while singing. I caress his face.
He's not the devil, he was just a pawn.
The next morning, I don't wake him up. I stay up just admiring his handsome face. He seems at peace and I don't have the heart to disturb him.
Around 11 am he finally stirs, his dark eyes
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