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by Tamsin Jun 18, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
His breathing is struggled and shallow But his aura is quiet cool blue I see he cares no more He knows he is going And there is nothing he can do Softly I whisper For my father is leaving A prayer for safe journeys And for all who are grieving A single last tear Slips down his gray cheek Though he is not conscious I can hardly speak His tear mingles with mine My silent flow I cry my last tear for him I just want him to know I wish I could stop him I cannot take this much pain This unbearable sadness I cannot explain It has been all of four years I have done it my way I have not cried any tears Since my dad passed away