She lay there still in silent,
as a tube escapes her nose.
Machines around her body,
her eyes afraid to close.
Doctors dissapear in and out,
in the hospital bed she sighs.
Her family waits to hear,
but in a silent room they cry.
They don't know who she is,
or how this disease came about.
They only know the tears to come,
if she did not come out.
They love her so very much.
They don't want to see her go.
This love for her is all she's got;
I hope one day she'll know.
I know it's simple. I wrote it about my aunt who almost died this summer from drug addiction. She had holes in her stomach and they didn't think she was going to make it. This is for Lori, I love you.
