Rushing through the doors
Heart pounding fast
Silent halls fade
To your bedside at last
Tears trace the lines
On your tired face
Time slipping by
Just one last trace
Holding your hand
As night turns to light
Breathing your last breath
In the quiet fight
A beautiful soul
Gone too soon
It hurts too much to think about how you withered away in that f*cking room
Memories stay clear
In the depths of our hearts
Every laugh every tear
In the moments we live our lives by
Holding your hand
As night turns to light
Breathing your last breath
In the quiet fight