When a day was long, the tears streamed down my face in constancy
When a day was long, the marks on my back
Burned with the fires of hell...
The days when alcoholism, death and corruption were my only friends.
When a day was long, we'd walk hand in hand through campsites,
Write each other letters, and hold our love closer than ever.
When a day was long, you'd call me in tears,
Reading holy scriptures and telling me wise words...
Then I cried, while I lied on the floor,
Trying to hold to the one thing I had left of myself.
When a day was long, we were in love.
You told me you loved me,
And how beautiful life was because I held it in my hands.
That was before you left.
When a day was long, I'd awaken every now and then
Disoriented in the darkness, surrounded by machinery,
Tubes and nurses.
When a day was long, I'd watch myself,
The blood running down my arm, the blade hitting the ground.
When a day was long, I'd circle my thoughts,
Looking for decade-old answers,
Trying to end the orphanism i was consumed by.
When days were long...
When hours were passing with no speed at all...
Now I cry for the joy I hold, the love that surrounds me,
And I pray for more, God.
Give me more, now that my days are long.