My body's Weary,
My eyes have gone bleary,
I'm tired to the bone.
My end arrives nearly,
And so I see clearly,
I've past sins to atone.
Forgive me my children my mother my wife,
I can't take much more of the pain in this life,
I'd rather go now than face life alone.
Don't think of me badly,
Live on with love not sadly,
Let me do this last deed on my own.
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Lying on my death bed, Your face is all I see, The only thing worth living for, The only one I need.
I slip I slide I'm hurt by some Judge me as you may.
Gone like a bolt, Vanished with a flash. Like its my fault . You're just being rash. Tried hard to halt, But couldn't avoid the crash. Now It burns like you were salt, Being rubbed into a gash.
Close your eyes one final time, And take your final breath, I'll meet you on the other side, Now sink into your death.
They say poets write about love while they sleep. What do they know of love, what secrets do they keep. I write about love, not knowing the word. It is just an idea that seems quite absurd.
It may not have happened yet, But it won't be long until you fret. You will die, a deathly phrase, Used in one of Shakespeare's plays.
Look and look and never find. Cloudy shadows fill your mind. Inspiration hides in your eyes. Love laces all your lies. Find your love and hold them near. Keep them close and hold them dear.
Days, even years from now Our thoughts, they will be read Days, even years from now Our bodies will be dead And when I fall I will run Run by your side To the sun Now I'm wondering Where we're...
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