I shall kill myself upstream,
So my blood gently flows...

Oh, holiest of angels,
I pray to you this night...

I came to you for help,
I was calling, reaching out to you...

I couldn’t save you.
I tried to pull you...

I hold you softly in my hand,
And think of what is to come...

Small feet pad around the cold lino
With no real meaning...

They placed you in my arms.
I was too scared to breathe...

There is a voice in my head
That is not my own...

They say you will be in my heart.
What use is that to me...

You sit there waiting,
Wishing there's a reason...