• I walked in, to find you here
    A knife within your hand.
    Pointing straight at your heart,
    I wish I could understand.

    "Please, drop the knife."
    I asked you, very worried.
    you dropped the knife,
    And fell to the ground
    So by your side I hurried.

    The knife was clean,
    And nothing bled,
    But when I looked,
    You were dead.

    "How could this be?"
    I said to myself.
    and then I started to cry.
    I guess it was your inner will,
    Giving up and letting you die.

    But the next thing i knew,
    Your hand touched my face.
    "But you were dead!"
    I said out loud.
    And my mind started to race.

    "Was I really?"
    You said without strife.
    "Or was it you teaars and your love
    That brought me back to life?"