Waiting by your bed-side
Waiting for a sign
I can't believe what's happened
With the hands of time
Tears are streaming silently
Uncontrollable and free
As I pray for your safety,
Please don't leave me
I hold your hand, it's growing cold
Your breath escapes, your tale is told
Running through the empty streets
To get away from death that creeps
My breath is short, I lose my pride
I slump dejected, by the road side
As sobbing fits take over me
My death, I breathe, is meant to be.
