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With clenched, hard fists, and locked, straight wrists,
I cling to the light of day.
My world goes dark, my body numb.
My life’s ebbing away.
The end is near, that’s what I fear,
As I weaken soul and heart.
Goodbye my friends, this is the end.
At last we must depart.
A searing pain tears through my heart,
Though there’s no clear wound in sight.
A pain that brings rivers of tears
Which I fought with all my might.
I lay in bed still weakening,
With loved ones by my side,
And ask them for forgiveness,
As I swallow all my pride:
“Throughout the years, both good and bad,
And everything in between
I know I’ve made plenty mistakes,
And often made a scene.
But even though it didn’t show,
Let me make one thing clear:
I loved you all, each one of you,
Just hid it out of fear.
I only wish I had more time
To set everything right.
But death is throwing harder blows.
I cannot win this fight…”