I steal her hand, sit by her side
A whispered tone, a swift goodbye
I kiss her deep, and she is gone
I feel too weak to be so strong
I stand up straight, begin to shake
I clench my knees to keep my shape
I stand again, and am not sure
That I can fight, or will endure
I slowly turn the clockwork knob
The old wood groans the more I prod
My loved ones all sweep into view
They act, but they all know the news
A tiny figure takes my side
She grips my leg, begins to cry
I take her up, I kiss her head
I let her cry till tears are dead
I look down at my little girl
I see my wife, emotions swirl
My eyes go red, a heart torn deep
But I have promises to keep
And years to go before I weep
And years to go before I weep