At rest, so cold, so grey
Your final breath, I hear you pray
A heartbeat, but it's only my own
Crying already, because it knows, as I do.
There's time only now for a final word
As I bid goodbye, and I hope you heard
It's hard to tell, your eyes are closed
Your lids are grey
Did you hear me say?
I'll write to you
No mail can go
Where you are now
I hope you're happy there
Are the gardens as green as they are here?
Could the music of the angels be so sweet
As the sound of your steady, strong heatbeat?
I miss you already
But done is this deed
To sentance to death
A dying breed