A Slow and Somber Melody

A Ballad about losing yourself for another

A slow and somber melody,
She strings on her guitar,
A lilting tune that's telling me
How close to home we are.

Unhappy, yes I know,
I tried to turn her tide;
For months and years and more,
She fought the cold inside.

Heartbeat fast like pounding drum,
I know it's almost there;
In seconds now, behind me runs,
Quickly, the iron mare.

But fighting made her weary,
Cut her back and forth;
Stilled her soul completely,
Made her weigh the worth.

She sings to me to close each eye,
Unhold my breath, relax;
Face upturned towards the sky,
Upon these railroad tracks.

Shunned the fight, faced the ice,
That plagued her deep inside;
Couldn't bear to live this life,
I lie here at her side.

One last wish to touch her hair,
Mare's breath upon my back;
Extend a hand, she isn't there,
Death scared her off the track.