I'm Dying

Try to
Raise your voice when you're
living wild
Finish your
Youth while taking
Chances to be found

Oh love will
Come around soon
Don't run out
The summer trails alone
In any way you'll find
More, inside, the days

You slowly
Slipped on words you
Said when you were five old
Worried for
The real you to
Want to play on the swings

Oh laugh
It all out
My death of him is
Waving back
Come home
Your face is wet again

I'll be awake tomorrow
You'll be awake
today