Knowing that it\'s coming,
My mouth is incredibly dry,
Knowing my mother loves me,
Watching my little sister cry.
It breaks my heart,
to have to face this day.
Have my family watching,
as my life ends this way.
I step up to the challenge,
of the executioner on the block,
and ignore the coffin mason,
but suddenly I see her and balk.
There, standing out in the crowd,
the one person I didn\'t want to show.
My family has a right to see this,
but I didn\'t want her to know.
Tears stream from her beatiful eyes,
and carres her gorgeous face
I suddenly feel guilty,
for being ready to die without a trace.
We were sitting down making plans,
Not two days have passed,
since she thanked me for loving,
and not treating her like glass.
We\'d made plans for us to meet,
I\'d even bought a gift,
Now she holds it to her chest,
Hair a mess, wearing just a shift.
I feel an overwelming sense of guilt
like I\'ve done something wrong,
And stare at her in the crowd,
and ignore the massed throng.
I look accross the rithing crowd,
and it\'s as if time has stopped,
for just one blessed moment,
when our eyes did lock.
An overwelming sense of heartache,
as the tears begin to fall,
i want to go protect her,
but I\"m caught up in the thrall.
I wish I could do everything,
to make sure I lived through this,
and scoop her in my arms,
for a moment of perfect bliss.
But my tears jerk free,
as I know I\'ll never hear,
her sweet voice talking to me,
and whispering in my ear.
Never to hold her in my arms,
and protect her from the cold,
Never kiss with my girl,
so much for a freedom that\'s bold.
So I step up to the block,
and tears stream down my face,
I kneel before the stump,
and all my prayers race.
I pray someone gives her strength,
where I myself did fail,
That she would go on with life,
I blink and study the nail.
Hair is in my eyes,
Hers is in my mind,
I hope she\'ll forget me,
and leave me far behind.
As the man in black raised his arms,
and lifted the Labrys high,
I imagined green fields,
and kissed my girl goodbye...
Death isn't nearly as frightening to me, as the thought of letting all those people down who thought I\'d live a long life and grow old knowing them.
