Pen It Down

A song for You

I will write a song,

A song to sing

When things go wrong.

A song for when

You won't be in my arms;

A song for when

I would beg for your presence.

I'll sing of the days

It felt good

To be home.

I'll think of the ways

We groove in the pub

To the saxophone.

I'll dream of the memories

We never had.

I'll miss your presence,

But won't be sad.

Our days are numbered,

Tender is your breath.

You have suffered enough,

And I'm sorry.

You can rest now,

And embrace death.

It'll hurt,

But I'll keep breathing on.

It'll hurt,

But I'll keep going

For you.