I stand by her grave
And I begin to weep
For if I had been there then,
She would still be here now.
It came the night before like a knife through the rain,
I had screamed and yelled while she laid on the floor
I knew she was sick...
But I didn't care.
All it would have taken was one call to save her,
But all I could think of was my fury.
I stomped out the door like a selfish wretch
Leaving her there not knowing the consequence...
Then I got the call,
And I felt like a wreck.
I could have prevented it.
It was my fault...
I hit rock bottom.
One call was all it would have taken...
She could have been cared for,
But my mind had been blank as a white sheet of paper.
She died like a forgotten memory,
And I had shown no sympathy, no regret...
But now that she's gone
I feel like an empty bowl.
I let her die,
And I realize now....
If I had been there then,
She would still be here now.
