amscramhick
December 5th, 2011, 07:44 PM
Clock tolls
Death's hour
He places a rose on her grave
And walks away
He can't help but think it's his fault
He could save her from the world
But not from herself
He finds himself standing by the tree
Viewing this time his noose, not hers
He places it gently around his neck
And kicks the chair from beneath his feet
As he feels the rope tighten
He suddenly feels it loosen
As he falls toward the ground
And he sees her sweet faces as it fades away
And she saves him
Like he couldn't save her
It's his time to live,
And even after death
Love makes a save
Death's hour
He places a rose on her grave
And walks away
He can't help but think it's his fault
He could save her from the world
But not from herself
He finds himself standing by the tree
Viewing this time his noose, not hers
He places it gently around his neck
And kicks the chair from beneath his feet
As he feels the rope tighten
He suddenly feels it loosen
As he falls toward the ground
And he sees her sweet faces as it fades away
And she saves him
Like he couldn't save her
It's his time to live,
And even after death
Love makes a save