As I lay there
Trying to sleep
I hear her whisper
I hear her weep
To God she prays
Asking to slowly die
She wants to pass away
And then I softly cry
For the first time in my life
I can’t find the strength to let go
My heart says I can
But my mind says no
I dislike these thoughts
The strange ones in my mind
The kind about death
I think about it all the time
Who was the girl whispering
Late at night
Why was she weeping
Out of public, out of sight