...But then the sun became an ink blot in the sky...
I should have told her then, before the fireflies left her eyes
That she had a beautiful mind and it was one of a kind.
I should have let her know that she was not like the rest.
But then the sun slipped away, leaving us in darkness.
Dark as a dead sun, grim as a graveyard...
Short is the life of the dragon...who never learned to fly.
Dead and dead and only dead...leaving regret to fill my head.
No one to hear my apology. No one to apologize to me.
Just left me to try and understand,
The word you left burning in my hand.
I know that I can feel you near me.
I know I felt you hold my hand.
I know that you're still here with me.
But I don't understand.
I'm sorry I was silent.
I'm sorry that you suffered.
I'm sorry I never told you that...
That like you, my days were numbered.
I'm sorry I never held your hand.
I'm sorry I never said I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that no one else understands.
I'm sorry I did