With Love

WARM HANDS WITH A SOFT TOUCH
A YOUNG BOY IN A WOMAN'S CLUTCH

ICY TEARS STAIN HER CHEEK
AS SHE FEELS HERSELF GETTING WEAK

SHE MOVES HER HAND NOW STAINED WITH BLOOD
THE CHILD'S FACE COATED WITH MUD

WITH THE LAST SIGH OF HIS DEAR BREATH
HE WHISPERS OF HIS COMING DEATH

SHE SCREAMS AT GOD, "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?"
AND ON HIS SOFT CHEEK SHE LAYS HER LAST KISS

WITH HIM IN HER ARMS SHE WEEPS
WITHIN HERSELF HIS LIFE SHE KEEPS

THE MOVEMENT OF HIS LIFE HAS COME TO A CLOSE
YET THE LOVE FOR HIM NEVER GOES

AND NOW SHE SEES THE END IS HERE
AND SHE HOLDS HIM VERY NEAR

SHE HOLDS HIM TO HER MILKY BREAST
THEN LAYS HIM ON THEIR FAMILY CREST

AND GOD TAKES WHAT WAS HIS
AND SHE KNOW THAT THAT JUST IS

THOUGH ONE MAY ARGUE THIS IS TRUE
FOR ME I KNOW FOR HIM I KNEW

MY BROTHER HE WAS WE SHARED THIS LOVE
AND FOR HIM I GIVE THIS DOVE

IT IS AT HIS BURIAL THAT WE STAND
ALL FOR ONE HAND IN HAND

HE GAVE IS LIFE FOR ONE OTHER
AND NOW WITH THAT I SAY MY BROTHER

THANK YOU
I AM ALIVE DUE TO YOU
BUT WHY NOT ME WHY JUST YOU
I LOVE YOU
AND
GOOD BYE