My Fathers Pace Maker

One still night with one last fright,
clutching onto the last phone call too tight.

The machine had failed, our line went dead.
I still found a way to go to bed.

I felt so guilty, getting so much sleep.
All the while he was laying somewhere, forever counting the lords sheep.

I couldn't help it, I wanted to close my eyes.
I knew that both of us weren't really sleeping, it was just a lie.

They told me he was sleeping too.
Even though I was so young, I still knew.

We both slept together that night.

He slept forever.
We would never wake up together.

Two hearts broke that night.
Only one went down without a fight.