I could picture the chalk outline
Yellow police tape wrapped across the door
The first things I thought of
When I saw you there lying face down on the floor
I was paralyzed
Couldn't think, couldn't move
What the Hell was I supposed to do
My head was spinning
I couldn't think straight
All I could do is call out your name
I saw your head move
I ran to your side
You said you were ok
To my surprise
I helped you up
Then feel to my knees
I couldn't live without you
Thank God heard my plea