Dear God, please tell me why.
I see the emptiness creep in
And the apathy in his eye.
He’s coming back, he’s coming back,
I fear he’ll steal from me his soul,
For I feel the empty loneliness
In a heart that once was whole.
He’s coming back, he’s coming back,
But I’ll fight him with all my might,
I won’t let his power take hold again,
I won’t let him bring back the night.
He’s coming now, I feel him near,
I’m getting ready my sword,
I’ll brandish it high and stand up straight,
I won’t stop until life is restored.
I see him now, he’s taunting me,
And he’s preparing his attack,
But all I can think as he draws near,
‘He’s coming back, he’s coming back.’