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    2012 - 08.23

    I’m marching away from the pain

    Into the hands of the surgeon.

    Going to face the blade

    Before time runs out on me.

    I wish I could be alone away from this

    But I have no choice.

    I must save my life.

    Everyone holds their breath.

    Most do not wish to believe

    That such a sweet smile

    Has to walk this path

    That was made for my footsteps alone.

    It is too hard, too real.

    God how long I have climbed

    Too be healthy, free

    And away from this pain

    Watch over me

    Though I want to be alone

    I am going to make it

    Then I’m going home.

    Back to the bottom of the hill

    I march to it, some kind of drill

    Climb back to the top

    Where I know the sun still shines.

    Watch over me

    Though I want to be alone

    I am going to make it

    Then I’m going home.

    (SG2012)

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