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Loss (I Didn't Get To Say Goodbye)

Look into my eyes.
Can’t you see the pain inside?
If you look inside my mind,
You would see the memories of you,
As they fill my heart and cloud my soul.
Death came calling for you in a moment of weakness
And in that you left without saying goodbye.
You still had so much to give when death came and took you
from me.
Your face haunts me with every beat of my heart.
I know that your memory will last forever.
I would look into the face of hell just to hold you once more.
I would face the pain of a million pain full deaths just to
feel you next to me.
And to have you tell me that everything is going to be all
right.
I know that the misery of life was too much for you to bare.
The gun you held was the light in which you thought was right.
You left without saying goodbye.
Death came calling for you without even thinking twice.
Why was the gun you held the light in which you thought was
right?
I shall never see you again on this hellish thing called
earth,
This I know, but I shall see you on the other side in heaven
or hell?
I will never see your face in the mornings light,
Watching you watching me as we both bask in the radiance
of the dawn eternal light.
Death, wont you take the pain from me?
Can’t you see that it is too much for me to bare?
You took him from me without letting him say goodbye,
And in doing so I did not get the chance to say goodbye.
I know I could have saved him.
I could have taken the gun from his hands.
But I was scared way down deep inside.
If not for fear I know that you would be hear,
And it is tearing me apart inside.
Death, look into my eyes,
Can’t you see the tears that I cry?
I cry them for he that you have taken from me.
Death, you came and danced with one half of my body, sprit,
and my soul,
Now wont you come and dance with the rest?
Death, you took him without letting him say goodbye,
And in doing so I did not get the chance to hold him once more.
God, please tell me in a dream, or through whispers in the
wind,
If he has forgiven me for not saving him when the chance was
there?
I do not know how to go without him.
I don’t know if I ever will.
Weakness is something I showed once,
And death came and took my weakness for a ride.
Death, don’t you know you blew my heart apart when you let
him blow his life apart?
Why oh why, can’t someone tell me why.
He left without saying goodbye,
And in doing so I did not get to say goodbye,
And it is tearing me apart inside.