Dying Breath

Laying on this floor you hear them slam the door

'Away, away' the birds softly cry

You open your mouth; let out a sigh

Its times like this you wonder why

 

The wind whistles through the leaves

Up and down your chest heaves

You don't care anymore to breathe...

 

The ground is so cold; dying, crying.

'AWAY, AWAY!' the birds softly sigh

You open your eyes and begin to cry

Its times like this you wonder why

 

Seems like you'd much rather die.