Sometimes I want to give up,
When I lose too much faith,
Want to slit my wrists and fly away,
Become another shrouded wraith.
But something keeps me hanging in,
Or rather I should say someone,
'Cause your always there to save my life,
Even though you have reasons none.
I find this life so desolate,
Like a desert in the world,
But your marker always draws me near,
That flag that's left unfurled.
But now that flag's in tatters,
The pole, that's split in two,
Something tells me it's over now,
And the many reasons become the few.
So now you've gone and run away,
Too wrapped up in myself, I missed the signs,
And as I read your letter again,
I now, all too easily, see the meaning between the lines.
Finally hanging from the rafters,
My dying gasp draws near,
And in you stride, your back it seems,
But too little too late, I fear.
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