• If all the world held just one fact
    It would be that death is near,
    Your screaming and your pleading
    Falls on deafened ears

    Tomorrow I am to cease
    With your hands still clutching mine,
    The cold will slowly take my flesh
    And yours be turned to lime

    Still you fight and cry and scream
    Those words of desperation,
    So full of anger, pain, and woe,
    To stop my expiration

    Dear, so lost with salty eyes,
    You need not be afraid,
    Your trembling will not chase the fog
    Nor will it end the fade

    Be still my love, as darkness comes
    With death on silent wings
    To cradle me within his arms
    As life does morning bring