If you knew
I was to die
could you still
look in my eyes
would you fall
down and cry
would you take back all you said
what you pounded
inside my head
on the day of my death
you will finally breathe
your held breath
as you kneel beside me
telling why I couldn't see
my cold body doesn't hear
the things you say
in broken fear
it doesn't know
you're even near