Last Bargain
i trace my dreams on blue waters
and it rains on my face while i hold my clay
the sky knows my secret
and maybe i like how it hides the sun from me
my last breath will drain away
perhaps my demons will agree
but just show me how it ends
before i do
my music is fading with the breeze
but don’t take my hand
please don’t take my hand till i know
who shall play my music when i’m gone
please don’t take my hand till i know
who shall miss my music when i’m gone
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