A warm embrace of sunshine
To help me to forget
A prayer that's so clandestine;
A want of eternal rest.

No flame of passion to warm my day or eliminate my night.
Life's once blue skies, grey, and nothing fits quite right.

A sunset over my shoulder, not yet promising a dawn.
The gravity of life no longer hugs me in.
So I close my eyes and pray again, that death is not a sin.