Air in her hands
Her will begins to bend
Couldn't imagine
A more tragic end
Fear, penetrative like a knife
Feeding on the dying vapors of life
Her breathing is fading
I'm failing again
Morning rain
Is just the same
As my tears on her grave
True to Her Love that remains
Without a name, without a face
Like the air in the space
Pure as Her sacred embrace
Morning rain
Is just the same
As my tears on Her grave
Trying to reach underground
Will She forgive me
The next time around?