Saturday, February 23, 2008

too late

Where are you? You are not here.
Perhaps if I hadn't had fear.
Maybe if I had looked for you...
Taken a chance you'd be here too
18 years and now you're gone.
Too short to live, for you, too long.
I let myself get in the way.
I knew exactly what to say.
My silence helped you to the grave.
Selfishness is all I gave.
Now all I can do is nothing at all.
You will not hear, I cannot call.
I've empty hands I cannot fill.
You didn't know me, never will.
Someone told me about you.
It was my choice to do or not do.
Because of me. Why did you die?
Forgive me Lord that now I cry.