Tomorrow's new dawn
How can I sit here watching you die,
when so much life is still meant to be lived?
Still I watch your breath move in your chest
and I wonder how much time we have left.
Will you still be here when I awaken,
from a fatigue only fought for so long.?
Will there still be hope and a warm hand to hold onto?
When I shake off slumber, or will you be gone?
Will the last kiss I give you be delivered to cold lips;
is this truly how it all ends?
Will I never be held by smiling blue warmth,
grown lifeless behind closed lids?
Are you to be taken from me before we begin;
before you had even a chance?
To make things right; to prove it was real,
something that always will last?
So do I say goodbye now for fear you'll be gone;
do I abandon all hope for sanity's sake?
Or do I hold out for tomorrow's new dawn;
that with the sunrise you will awake?