Without You

Dedicated to Brin and Porter

Her tears of blood
Fresh from her thigh
Show little of her pain
A tear slipped from her eye
With so little left worth something
Nothing much to gain
What is worth anything
When it all concerns pain
She grabs a cloth
To wipe the tear
The red spilling flesh
Why is she here?
One thing keeps her going
One thing keeps her there
One thing keeps her praying
For the ones that hold her care.
Two friends are by her side
More than just the best
For with them they hold her life
For without them she would rest.