Reaching For Your Hand

When light dances upon the cinder pile and I see the final flickers in your eye when I know my days are numbered and I don't even chance to question why I sit in humbled silence reaching for your hand Mellow memories take shape in a grateful mind promises fulfilled even when dark skies cried dwelling on a life disappearing all too soon paths I took and how I'll miss being by your side I sit in humbled silence reaching for your hand When the dove swoops down to give her last kiss before I turn and fly off into the promised land know that even in the last breaths I take I'll be forever reaching for your hand