Time
I sit there looking at the plain walls which stand around me...
I listen, to the man who is talking to me,
as if he himself is playing god telling me when I will live or die!
This, this is the tough moment.
The thoughts they're hard to deal with,
as I walk back through the place where I may spend my last days, months or even years.
I wonder.... Should I tell my family now or do I wait.
Decisions are hard when news as tough as this.
It hits you like a tone bricks. Once I would have stood tall and been able to take the pain but now they would just shatter my body as if it was made from glass.
A drip is put into my arm, A heart still beating but ready to stop, A soul ready to leave to a new world, An angel from my family, A star for a heaven a death for me.
I listen, to the man who is talking to me,
as if he himself is playing god telling me when I will live or die!
This, this is the tough moment.
The thoughts they're hard to deal with,
as I walk back through the place where I may spend my last days, months or even years.
I wonder.... Should I tell my family now or do I wait.
Decisions are hard when news as tough as this.
It hits you like a tone bricks. Once I would have stood tall and been able to take the pain but now they would just shatter my body as if it was made from glass.
A drip is put into my arm, A heart still beating but ready to stop, A soul ready to leave to a new world, An angel from my family, A star for a heaven a death for me.