Standing tall looking into the world on my stilts

It’s not hard to see the cards that I have been dealt

The last time that I ever looked into your eyes

I knew we had reached the outskirts of compromise

You there laying outstretched on your deathbed

Your hand in mine and me with so many thoughts in my head

In that moment, I would have gladly traded places

Having looked into one too many dying faces

But these aren’t the sorts of deals one makes with God

And to hope for that chance, perhaps, makes me a little odd

Still, thinking back on all those times you put yourself on the line

I wish upon wishes that the sacrifice had been mine

Is it unreasonable to give up my own time in compromise

That your eyes might see one last, final sunrise?