Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Last Night
I softly cried again last night
It's hard to think things can be right
It seems so likely I will fail
Along this hard and lonely trail
Though my life has just begun
I am afraid of the setting sun
Creeping shadows from the west
Give my tortured soul no rest
The whispering wind makes me moan
It's haunting voice so like her own
Unbidden memories seem so real
Kisses that I used to steal
Precious thoughts that make me pine
For her sweet lips again on mine
I cried myself to sleep last night
To waken to a moonless night
Haunted by a lovely guest
Soft into my arms she pressed
Silky hair a gentle rain
Brushed away my deepest pain
A golden angel from above
She gave me all of her love
Only a dream within a dream
But oh, so real does it seem
That I awaken to the sight
Of a dark and empty moonless night
I look into the mirror and cry
What would it be like to die?
How I laugh at life's cruel jest
And her idea of the best
It's hard to think things can be right
It seems so likely I will fail
Along this hard and lonely trail
Though my life has just begun
I am afraid of the setting sun
Creeping shadows from the west
Give my tortured soul no rest
The whispering wind makes me moan
It's haunting voice so like her own
Unbidden memories seem so real
Kisses that I used to steal
Precious thoughts that make me pine
For her sweet lips again on mine
I cried myself to sleep last night
To waken to a moonless night
Haunted by a lovely guest
Soft into my arms she pressed
Silky hair a gentle rain
Brushed away my deepest pain
A golden angel from above
She gave me all of her love
Only a dream within a dream
But oh, so real does it seem
That I awaken to the sight
Of a dark and empty moonless night
I look into the mirror and cry
What would it be like to die?
How I laugh at life's cruel jest
And her idea of the best