I could hear the cry And he called me to him,
raspy and weak,
but I could hear the cry.
And I came running,
and fell at his feet,
this was our last good bye.
And I kneeled beside him,
torn from the womb,
taking his last breaths of air.
And I sang softly to him,
low and in tune,
I wish this life I could bare.
And he slipped far away then,
sad and alone,
the silence much to abound.
And my body went numb,
right through to the bone,
Broken and lifless I'm found.
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