My Dying Day

Looking up into your sorry eyes
that are filling my body with wonder
you believed all of my spiteful lies
as you took a deep breath and held me under

Everything is all a blur or emotions
your hateful smile, my lasting sorrow
all in a rush of our devotion
that will be gone by tommorow

You start to speak of a sad story
with your head in your hand you pray
and forever remember when you look into the glory
of my wounded eyes on my dying day

January 23, 2005