My eyes, they are not closing
\nMy eyes, they will not close
\nUntil I look for one more hour on your face.<\/p>\n
My limbs, though they grow heavy
\nMy limbs, though they grow weak
\nWill hold until again you’re at my side.<\/p>\n
This coil powers down, old friend
\nold bitter, sweet, and lover
\nlonely sweet and memories that fade<\/p>\n
But this I’ll never let go
\nfrom the daybreak to the get go
\n’til again I rest within your standing shade<\/p>\n
For you were always there to shield me
\nwhen the living got too brilliant
\nyou were always there to ease my troubled gaze<\/p>\n
My filter and my fetter,
\nmy father and my better,
\nmy farmer and my water and my maize.<\/p>\n
You nourished me and hid me
\nyou ordered and you bid me
\nand you never knew you did it, all your life<\/p>\n
so I beseech and now I bid you
\nas before when we were older, that you
\ncome and one last time grant me your grace<\/p>\n
For my eyes, they are not closing
\nmy eyes, they will not close
\nUntil I look for one last hour on your face.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My eyes, they are not closing My eyes, they will not close Until I look for one more hour on your face. My limbs, though they grow heavy My limbs,…<\/p>\n