God Only Knows What I Be Without You
I stand alone where shadows softly creep,
Death’s quiet guest, a silence deep and sure,
Yet through the void, your voice echoes steep—
God only knows what I'd endure, obscure.
Without your light, the night would swallow me,
A hollow breath amid the ceaseless dark;
The pulse of life would halt—no heart to see—
No dawn’s embrace to kindle hope’s faint spark.
Do you not feel? Your absence clips my wings;
Each moment lost condemns a soul bereft.
Yet still I rise—your name within me sings—
Compassion’s flame that death itself has left.
So if the end should claim this weary frame,
Know I was more because I held your name.
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