Wrestling Death

Cannot this hope keep silent
While I mourn still more
Not ready to give up
Not ready to sleep
In peace that is calling my soul

I’m crazy you must think
To withhold from myself
The soft light of daybreak
The kiss of the sun
To hold on to all that is left

Left of her smile I remember
Held in my heart a sweet gift
So if I let go
She’ll fly away home
And all will be left is my guilt

That I didn’t go to her
When she bid me to come
Far Away Home
Far away love
Still farther my heart from her soul

Still this peace it awaits
To comfort and embrace me
When I am ready
When I am done
Wrestling death as long as it takes me.

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