Withered Heart

I remember watching her when she was eight or nine
And the colours of the rainbow sparkled in her eyes
But the toll of time grew burdensome for her
Brooding all that pain in silence

Seldom in joy, more often in sorrow – living in incessant fear of tomorrow

Now she is 16 and her flame is burning low
Years have done their job too fast, already set to go
Once filled with breath of life, now smothering
Once prepared to face all challenges but now given in

And the moment's drawing near...she will not stay...
She won't stay because this little withered heart of hers can't bear the light of day

And with the last rays of the setting sun
The sky burns in shades of scarlet
On the endless shore she's waving goodbye
Until she steps into the boat, sets sail into the night
Draws away beyond the reach of time

I refuse to let her go!
Keep resuscitating though there's very little hope
"it is time to let go now, she's too far from the shore
In this world she withered fast but there are many more..."

And with the last rays of the setting sun
The sky burns in shades of scarlet
On the endless shore she's waving goodbye
Until she steps into the boat, sets sail into the night
Draws away beyond the reach of time

And with the last rays of the setting sun
The smile has frozen on her face
Oh, how death becomes her
And the burning red up in the sky is fading now to shine again
When another little heart withers in time