I haven't the power, nor time
To tell you the hour, in rhyme
When you'll fade, enter decay
As soon as I understand
As the winds sift the sands
Of minutes and seconds left
I am permanently bereft
So into the stream I wade
My decision has been made
I want to stay
If only to see how it ends
To see how it will play
I must remain
However painful
However wounded
However much I bleed
