Awake

I needed to feel awake before I died, And so I did some things that made me live... I didn't rob a bank or kill someone I didn't drink or pour life through a sieve... I contemplated... and came up with your bright smile As the gift that'll keep me breathing for a while And -- more than that, I'll keep a constant vigil For when Hope comes and writes its fiery sigil I'd float away on tears, if I could cry, But instead, I'll hold the blossom in my Eye