The wind picks up,
the roof can give way.
In this bed I'll stay,
daydreaming my life away.

The rain will pour down,
but I will continue to lay.
I will continue to watch
every memory fade.

Like a vacuum of a godly design,
I watch the moments embedded in my mind
float to the surface of a great divine.
Next are the things I wished to have done differently,
making dying not something akin to finally.

Childhood memories of my mother's
golden hair tickling my face,
the way my grandmother filled me with faith.
I have so much to cherish,
so much to lose.
I have so much to perish,
so much I never got to choose.

The wind picks up,
tears flow above.
At the untimely moment of death,
I can't help but find so much to still love.

At the moment alone
in this house made of old stone.
And if I die,
I'll take every broken bone.
It can take everything.
Take everything until
it's all gone.