I held a date, soon to come,
before my heart’s release–
I counted every minute then,
until I found relief

Before my eyes, a vision was,
of all that we had been–
and dreams of what may have come,
banished by my sin

I found in every moment,
a dread that filled the edge–
a knowing that the end had come,
dragging, on broken leg

I held a date, soon to come–
new morning would be made,
and knowing I would see no dawn,
my last chance, to fade