Seven seconds from suicide
Five minutes from infinity
As the darkness swells
You keep your body next to me
From a cold moon I watch the sun
And live from day to day
All the stars come out tonight
As the earth is washed away
A scientist is hard at work
And the children out to play
God is planting stars
While my hair is turning grey
I saw a poet in the park
He stopped to turn the page
Laughing at the soldiers marching
In the death parade
Seven seconds from suicide
He stopped to turn the page
© 9/18/1997
William Grant Preston