Epiphany [duo] | √

Dementia

He sang a song of love

But she sang a song of death

So he built her a room in his chest

Of the memories they had kept

When the illness took her

He knew he hadn't long

So he cared for her each day

And promised to be strong

Damaged by the heat

The fires of sorrow

He kissed her head that night

Then prayed for tomorrow

The next morning he awoke

And he hoped for the best

He turned on his side

Gently grabbing her wrist

Stone cold to the touch

He whimpered and sighed

The dementia had took her

And left her to die