Stay.

I can hear the skylark singing,
singing you a serenade
For all the lovely years
that you and I have made.

The gentle breeze
holds us in its embrace;
Soft whispers
murmuring prayers of grace
For your hand holding mine
as I walk down the road of life.

I remember all the words
spoken from your lips,
Even though I may not be
all that you taught me to be.

In my eyes,
I've failed you in many ways,
But in your eyes
I'm still your sweet success today.

But now,
when tomorrow seems so far away
As we fight our way through today
I pray that Hope won't let me down
And you'll be here with me
even only for another day.

c. 2002