Sitting alone, I picture you,
Your cheeks wet, your eyes like rain,
Thinking my words weren’t true,
Drowning in my inflicted pain.
Every time I close my eyes,
I accidently see your face,
Between the whys, I hear your voice,
Softly asking for His grace.
Your heart pounds inside your chest
Its final pumps of love for me.
Before you fade to lasting rest;
Into a world I long to see.
Your palms are damp, your hands shaking,
Sweat upon your slanted brow,
Your lip quivers, your heart aching,
Wondering if she’ll miss me now?
Tell me what did it feel like
When you took your final breath?
How does one so freely
Give themselves to death?
At your courage I have envy,
To welcome what lies beyond.
At your sorrow my heart breaks,
That you saw no light at dawn.
Before you close your misty eyes,
I wonder what you saw,
Apart of me will selfishly
always hope that you thought of me.
With you gone now I cannot tell you
Just how empty I have felt.
All the beauty of this life
Is slowly starting to melt.
The suns a little dimmer,
And the stars don’t shine as bright.
The world seems to remember,
your young and precious life.
Above all I hope that you knew
Just how much I loved you,
And that every second I think of you;
Your precious life of morning dew.
