I couldn’t pretend that all is right
When I know that I’m burning inside
I opened her door and stayed by her side
And wrapped myself in her cozy sight
But still suffocating, the cold fire is eating my heart
Wondering, I touched her warm body and fed my love
And set aside the unknown worry that gnaws at the dark
And held back the tears pushed by something very hard
If I die tonight, I thought with fear
Shall she be able to bear the tears
That in her soft, weak heart, soon will well
And in this bright past, will she still dwell?
So I kissed her eyes and slumbered the night
And thought of the next day that will be bright
And listened on my heart that drums with a thud
But was shocked as the thud became a deathly march
So my heart had stopped beating, alone now she will be
No more arms to embrace her, no more mouth she will feed
With tender butterfly kisses and hugs full of peace
Alone in the house, my lovely little wife she will be
And the morning has come, and so I shall go
Alone without a heart, to wonder I’ll go
But to my fearful surprise, tears began to flow
For I slept in her bosom—alone now she will go…
