I wanted to walk and never stop,
though the wind blew angrily at my hair,
and I could see my ragged breath in front of me.
I'm trying to believe in help because times are rough,
I imagine us kiss and you holding me close.
It wasn't your turn to die.

The water turned red and rain washed you away,
I curled up in my empty bed-- not a friend in the world.
Your touch still lingered so how could you be gone?
I wish the man that came to my door that day was you,
telling me that another man was dead, but you were safe.
Yes that's the truth.
It wasn't your turn to die.

It’s not in a voice,
It’s not in a face,
But in the words.

The words he says,
The words he writes,
Change everything.

Changing how you view yourself,
Changing how you see the world.
The words that make you feel loved.

His words carry the oxygen to your heart,
His words keep you bound to the earth.
Words that strengthen your weaknesses.

Strengthening the love that built your heart,
Strengthening the bones that built your body.
For the day his words lack inspiration.

For the day when his voice doesn’t echo,
For the day when his face doesn’t glow.
Because he’s no longer your home.