2/3/2002

When there are few tomorrows

when there are few tomorrows
and prayers I cannot find
when failings loom before me
and haunt my lonely mind

when darkness gathers round me
embracing me with fear
and weary sighs and weeping
are all that I can hear

and when my heart is slowing
and death I can't resist
I'll leave with just a whisper
your name upon my lips