Trail in the dust

If what exists is not what it is,
What I'll give her is not what I'll miss.
She took me with a bitter control.
Still, I will miss her life when she goes away.

Because her warmth
Was all that I had.
The fragile little spirit that I held in my hands.
The worst thing of all:
I couldn't even save her as she was waiting to fall.

...

Because her warmth was all that I had.
The fragile little spirit I held in my hands.