Let the dead bury their own deadWill you still love me in famine?
As when love began at the harvest
Or would you gain the whole worldSon, I love you at your darkestBut what good is the whole world
When I promise no tomorrow?
I only promise your tomorrows
Will never take you past my palmLove, what is love without trust?
At my word would you bring your IsaacSon, I loved you at your darkest
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