Drops of dew on the window pane
Reflect my tear stained face
Breezes blowing night and day
This was no one's choice
Gazing out across the land
I hear a soft, low voice
He talks in rhythm, painfully slow
Tempting, soothing noise
He speaks of laughter and sunshine
Pictures lost to this disturbed mind
Nothing calms the thunderstorms
That have brewed there over time
Behind my eyes the lightning flashes
To me, a heaven-sent sign
It's time to go, it's time to leave
Cool and serrated, my death-to-be
Slow and steady, ever ready
And then the touch i hate
A gentle warmth upon my shoulder
He comes again now, never late
That guardian angel, traveler of skies
Stopping time to save a life
And urge another tortured soul
To live one more day alone and cold
 
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