Rick Springfield - His Last Words Lyrics
My father was too weak to parry the bladeAs deaths scythe swept through the house one nightWhen we were busy doing other thingsDust filled his mouth and stopped his breathAnd darkness took his soul in this familiar placeHis body, wasted by the sicknessHis spirit weary from the battleHe spoke to me, forever his sonOf all things save death:I longed to face it with himBut seeing his fearI feared to speak of itAnd though we both saw deaths dark irresistible formIn the far cornerWe talked instead of evening shadowsOn bedroom wallsAnd so it wentThere were no proud and profound last wordsNo bright ringing final moment of clarityHe just diedWe kissed his still warm faceAnd promised foreverThe cold wind blew through the trees in my fathers yardAnd I looked for meaning