Just got home from your hospital bed,
The doctor says your not doing to great
That stroke you had ran right through your head
I don't know what i am going to do if you decide to float away from your small hospital bed,
I finally get that call saying you passed away,
I don't know how to act or even what to say,
I run to my dad, telling him the news,
He calls to my aunt saying the terrible truth,
My pap passed away and hes not coming back
I go to the hospital where you took your last breaths
And right there before me stands your empty hospital bed,
I go home and think about how you called me your punchy Joe,and when you took me to that show
I wish you were here right by my side,
So i could at least say my last loving goodbye.
