If it ends, before...

Beads of anxious sweat
washed with chaotic rain
Make me want to reach out
for you again

Now.

It might be that tomorrow
I'll see your smile
But what if the sun doesn't
Ever shine on my lonely isle

A week might be the blessed time
When you would touch my heart
But what if by then I have
Already played out my mortal part

Perhaps in a few months
Life would lead me to you
But what if the months left
Are lesser than those few

Years on years, I can wait
If it is you who mark their end
But what if by the end of time
There is no more time left to spend

If in another life it is to be
I'll survive this one, alone, insane
But what if after I give it up
I forget how to live again

Now.

Drops of frightened tears
mixed with the soothing rain
Make me want to reach out
and find me again