I’m listening to a long ago made mix CD.
These songs all have meaning,
all have memories.
And I’m wrapping myself in them,
although I shouldn’t be.
I don’t mind,
because the words speak to me,
unlike they speak to you.
They sing right to my soul,
and tell me that I’m home.
So ill wrap myself up in them,
they help to keep me warm.
And maybe when I wake again,
the cold will leave me whole.
So sing, sing these words for me,
when I no longer speak.
On your last breath say these things once more,
these words will keep you warm.