Who Would Dig My Grave?

When the sun

Goes down

And the monsters

Come out

And there is no one

Left to save me

Is my soul

On the line

Or is yours

For leaving one behind

Was it choice or

Just fate

That I am

Standing here alone

Without a single hand

To hold

Or voice to bring me comfort

The wind can chill

To the bone

And the howl of the wolves

Is frightening

But nothing is worse

Than the notion

That there isn't a being

Who would come

And save you

In your hour of need

So tell me

If I died tonight

Who would dig my grave?

-GE