She watched on
Slowly seeing the man slipping away
On that bed where too many
Took that golden breath
Had she become accustomed to death?
This question left her restless
Thinking of the first time
She watched on
Slowly seeing the boy slipping away
Where things meant to be this way?
For the boy who took his golden breath
On that bed
This is one too many
She thought that night
Was it right to watch on?
Slowly feeling herself slipping away
From the first time
She watched on
