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