I hear the words the fireman's saying
"there's no way he could survive"
But all I hear myself repeating is
"he has to!". Then why am I still alive?
You were my reason for breathing,
my desire, wish and fulfillment.
But this time on earth is fleeting,
and now darling, you aren't in it.
What twist of fate, what wandering path
did we take to get us here?
Where two roads met, and then departed
My road alone is clear.
the policeman says those few same words
"there's no way he could have survived"
But darling, no, this just cannot be true!
Nobody would even try.
I'd have rushed in the doors to save you
But their hands held me like a vice
And forced me to stand there and witness
As an accident claimed your life.
Of these things I lost in the fire,
most materialistic by far,
was my ever burning desire
that encompassed all that we are.
And the snow fell around me
As I knelt by your marble bedside
whispering words too sweet
"it should have been me that died"
Unknown "mine!" Tired
- 16 years, 4 months, 1 day ago