I cradle your head in my arms
Thanking God I hold you
Your hair smells sweat
I nuzzle in and drift
Some day our oath will have ended
The sweet and bitter pill
The Lord's own time
His will be done
I hold you close
And work on now
Trying not think about then
The loneliness for a job well done
Your head rests on my chest
I hear your breath come in and out
I match it just because I can
And drift back into dream
