We barely touch, we hardly say "Goodnight".   And how could she have known? She's only five.   I tucked her in, warm and safe.   'Bout to close her door and walk away,   Then my heart stopped when I heard her pray:      "I promise, honest, I'll be good.   "Just one wish, God, if you would:   "Bring back their happy faces;   "Just make them kiss and make up;   "Please keep Mom and Dad in love."      Instrumental break.      Her little prayer sure opened up my eyes.   Our baby angel made me realise.   Those whispered words she prayed for us;   They were filled with innocence and love.   How could we think of ever giving up?      "I promise, honest, I'll be good.   "Just one wish, God, if you would:   "Bring back their happy faces;   "Just make them kiss and make up;   "Please keep Mom and Dad in love."      "Please keep Mom and Dad in love."