I would raise your body from the grave.
If I could,
I would mold your ashes into flesh.
The energy released would be worth –
Just one more day,
One more moment.

To Charleston we went,
And we saw the sea.
Down old dirt roads, some stone streets.
If you had flown I would have
Prayed for wings, a lift
Into the heavenly skies.

Although you cried for Eastern Georgia,
Somewhere deep in Richmond County,
Down the way of interstate 20,
Somewhere east of 85,
I shamefully refused your hand.

Cry once more and I will heed your scream.
Drive and I will ride with you.
I will run farther than my legs can carry.
Hold my number in your memory.
When you visualize Augusta's sky,
This time I will fight for the front seat.