dead again

She slit my throat and left me for dead,
bleeding by roads side, deep in ditch,
so with her new man she could be.

And I just laid there bleeding,
and I looked into her hand,
at the biggest knife I did ever see.

Blade glistening, of it’s cold silver steel,
with my blood so red, dripping from tip,
soaking into the earth from which I came.

Blood spurting from my wounds,
cut from ear to ear,
my soul, it was in shock.  

And she turned and walked away,
and left me far behind,
with my usefulness depleted. 

My life with her flashed before my eyes,
over and over and over again,
as my heart cried out in pain,

and I stared into the nothingness
we had become,
and for what and why,
I only wish I knew.

I took hand and pressured my wounds,
so I might have a chance to live,

and I climbed from that ditch, to flag down a car,
that would let this bleeding man in.

Someone that could help me,
and become a life saving friend.

The ditch was so deep,
but on elbows and knees,
out of it, I did climb,
and will I ever make it,
the thing that will tell, is time.

The day, it comes, and is at hand,
that I become the strongest,
in this land,

but what prices I have paid.

I guess the story in the end is,
you can’t keep a good man down,
not one as good as me.

The bigger the heart, 
the bigger the love,
but so is bigger the fall,

and I just need to find the one
who won’t drop this big heart,
that can keep her eyes
on this prize that I be.