He's all skin and bones
And he laid helplessly in bed
With restless sunken eyes
As the lump in his throat grew
And constricted his every breath
That in the next morning,
It took away his life
And the worst thing about it all
Was that a miracle didn't happen
No matter how much we hoped for it
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
He's all skin and bones
And he laid helplessly in bed
With restless sunken eyes
As the lump in his throat grew
And constricted his every breath
That in the next morning,
It took away his life
And the worst thing about it all
Was that a miracle didn't happen
No matter how much we hoped for it
