The Last Room

He sits by the window, the curtains drawn tight
Counting the pills in the silence of night
His heart broke in pieces, not once but again
And the doctors just whisper, “He won’t feel the pain”

The radio hums with a voice he once knew
She sang in the spring when the lilacs first grew
Now winter has settled in bones and in breath
And he waits like a prayer for the mercy of death

Oh, the last room is quiet, the last light is dim
He speaks to the shadows that answer like him
No angels, no devils, just echoes and dust
And a soul that still trembles with longing and trust

He loved like a soldier, he lost like a thief
Now sorrow’s the blanket that offers relief
His hands shake with stories no one will hear
And his name fades away with each passing year

The nurse brings the morphine, the priest brings a psalm
But he only wants silence, he only wants calm
He dreams of a woman who once wore his ring
And the sound of her laughter, like birds in the spring

Oh, the last room is waiting, the last breath is near
He smiles at the ceiling and sheds his last tear
No glory, no vengeance, no trumpet, no flame
Just a whisper of love and the ghost of her name