One Last Blow:
Surviving this storm,
It’s what I do.
Got to light this world,
It’s all for you.
Heavy wind tries to blow me,
I bear it hardly.
But what if I’m no longer strong?
Will you treat me starkly?
My life is going to end soon,
My persistence very low,
But your hands I trust,
To shield me in woe,
The rain is getting hefty,
Making me blink rapidly,
I’m melting my love,
But I’m waiting patiently.
You have to come,
But don’t be so slow,
For what is left of me,
Is just one last blow.
