Early morning
The sky is weeping
I feel you breathing
At my side
Cold and trembling
Fingers lacing
My hand holding
Yours all night
I hear you're rasping
Lungs inflating
God, you're shaking
Hush your tears
Shadows casting
The window reflecting
Rain drops glistening
As you wait
Slowly dying
Don't keep fighting
Please stop trying
Let peace will you to sleep.
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