wilted smile

I have a flower for you
I fear it's not good enough
       For  
    I found it half dead
outside of a funeral
 
I've bathed it in the faith
that I could revive it's spirit
to once again  
    know the beauty
Which lies within
 
Together in this machine
       we grind through
each others path
on two sides of the
      Excursion
we are drawn
       into this map
 
You're up there on the platoe
while the canyon
          calls my name
So,
I see  
a long climb before me
with no short-cuts
         in the game
 
         Only one way to rise
so I can look into your eyes
Face to face on the field
     Running in stride
 
Step by step
the dance carries on
   Mimicking the past  
until the music is gone
Tho my heart
      will keep singing
   long after my death
I wish to embrace you
until my last breath...