When there are few tomorrows
And prayers I cannot find,
When failings loom before me
And haunt my lonely mind;
When darkness gathers round me,
Embracing me with fear
And weary sighs and weeping
Are all that I can hear;
And when my heart is slowing
And death I can't resist,
I'll leave with just a whisper;
...your name on my lips.
posted by gary @ 2:17 PM
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