few tomorrows

live as though everyday were your last. no exceptions

When there are few tomorrows,
And prayers I cannot find,
When failings loom before me,
And haunt my lonely mind;
When darkeness gathers round me,
Embracing me with fear,
And weary sighs and weeping,
Are all that I can hear;
And when my heart is slowing,
And death I can't resist,
I'll leave with just a whisper;
...Your name upon my lips.