In the jungles of life and death
A machine groans for every breath
Tubes and lines, artificial vines
Chirping beeps and screeches, the vital signs

Sleeping beauty, hearts anxiously aching
If only kisses could mean her waking
Bedside guardians, her parents praying
Like old films, their memories replaying

Her sun sets and lights begin to fade
No farewell enough, as tears cascade
Love lost too soon, she says goodbye
An angel gains new wings to fly