and I sometimes,   fall victim to the    whirlwind of life…   letting go   doesn’t mean I’m letting go   (I won’t let go)   and all respite   may have seemed   ill conceived at the time   tragedy is what I’m fighting   so I’m leaving   (my heart will stay)   remember, if you ever   hear this on the radio   I’m promising   That if you ever need    me I’ll be there      I promise you…that I’ll be there   I’m promising      (fate sometimes smiles)   and second chances   fall from the sky…   snatching you    from the jaws of “nothing”   and beauty saves   muted hearts, silent dreams   reminding me when I   thought I lost it all…   my heart’s bleeding   (and promises)   made before    are calling to me   and so I have to go   but I’m promising   that if you ever need me    I’ll be there      I promise you…that I’ll be there   I’m promising