Astray

There is a life. Passing the soul of the storm.
When we grow old and no one dies.
I promise you, I'll get us through
Against the tide,tied with you,
But when we get there
Pretend to care, about past time
And all the lives, we left behind
And keep in mind, that bad things pass
I'll keep you close, until the night
Becomes that day
Astray.