Something you find so beautiful, so dear,
Something you care for so deeply
Needs your help.

It feels ill, gliding around a once strong body.
A strong host is required to maintain the happiness
And the host is weakening
Slowly dying
She needs you.

She's tired. She waits and waits for you.
She's waited this whole time for you.
Youve complicated things further.
But hell if she didn't too.

And as the sun sets over the west coast

She falls into a deep sleep
From which she'll never wake up