Time trickles by
agonizingly slow
tick tock tick tock
frustrations grow
They are playing the waiting game
Stung by fate
life's little trick
the sweetest boy
so very sick
Tick tock tick tock, time is just a game
Hands aged with fears
bound tight; she prays
fingers shivering
a grandmother softly says
God keep him safe and end this waiting game
Friends and family
kneel down in faith
praying together
In God's love they bathe
Knowing soon that time is almost here
Fate is fate
and we are all bound by destiny
but in my heart of hearts
I pray that he will be
your happy, healthy grandson once again
*to Wanda, you and your grandson are in our prayers
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Time trickles by
agonizingly slow
tick tock tick tock
frustrations grow
They are playing the waiting game
Stung by fate
life's little trick
the sweetest boy
so very sick
Tick tock tick tock, time is just a game
Hands aged with fears
bound tight; she prays
fingers shivering
a grandmother softly says
God keep him safe and end this waiting game
Friends and family
kneel down in faith
praying together
In God's love they bathe
Knowing soon that time is almost here
Fate is fate
and we are all bound by destiny
but in my heart of hearts
I pray that he will be
your happy, healthy grandson once again
*to Wanda, you and your grandson are in our prayers
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