Sitting in the waiting room
Could cut the tension with a knife
Waiting for a stranger to tell you news that will determine your life.
Heart pounding, breathes get deeper
Waiting for your name to be called
Bad news, darkness, a sense of loss, legs go weak and falls...
Months of treatment, agony and sickness
Wishing the time to go by
the reality is harsh ;
Losing hair, becoming too thin and losing the sparkle in your eyes
Getting weaker day by day
Every movement is a struggle that comes with a sigh
Arranging for family and friends to visit
to say their final goodbye
It comes to a stage where hope slowly dies much like the person in the hospital bed
They will always be with us, in our hearts and on our minds
Can't get the last few months out of my head...
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Sitting in the waiting room
Could cut the tension with a knife
Waiting for a stranger to tell you news that will determine your life.
Heart pounding, breathes get deeper
Waiting for your name to be called
Bad news, darkness, a sense of loss, legs go weak and falls...
Months of treatment, agony and sickness
Wishing the time to go by
the reality is harsh ;
Losing hair, becoming too thin and losing the sparkle in your eyes
Getting weaker day by day
Every movement is a struggle that comes with a sigh
Arranging for family and friends to visit
to say their final goodbye
It comes to a stage where hope slowly dies much like the person in the hospital bed
They will always be with us, in our hearts and on our minds
Can't get the last few months out of my head...
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