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.