Death is quite Stands, waiting, watching As your life flash’s Before your eyes He waits for you To make the choice Do you want to live? Or do you want to die
In a flash In a moment You see highlights Of your life The good, the bad The what ifs And what you do have
Then one singular voice Whispers softly in your ear Reaches out to you As he says his little prayer Don’t let her die Let my mum live
Eyes flutter open A silhouette comes in view Small head bent Tear tracks spent Then you know Right then and there
**I have a life to live
My boy was only seven years old, I was in hospital...dont remember much, but I do remember him praying for me...thanks son you saved my life.