I Die a Little More
What would you have me say
I die a little each and every day?
Those last few days and hours we sat silently together,
you said it wasn't time, we should be ready for bad weather
and I didn't have to stay,
go, take a little break away.
So, I slipped out with a quiet step,
as i thought you peacefully slept,
went to the store to get what I could get.
Your sisters stayed and watching by the bed
as death came knocking without pause
they called to see where I was
pulling in the drive, gusty winds blowing
the clock stopped and time was in forever, slowing
and every tear that fell that day
tore at my heart and soul to say
from now on, no matter what they say
I die a little more each day.
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