The |ine

Take my hand,
Go on take it,
Grasp it tightly,
We can make it.

Dont be afraid,
Theres not enough time,
We have to get there,
We're crossing that line.

The line of death,
The line of life,
Anything that can help you,
Or save you from the knife.

Come on now,
Lets get moving,
Got to get to hospital,
Or it'll be your life we're losing.

Not enough time,
To sit around,
I see your breathless body,
Stretched across the ground.

0pen y0ur eyes, s0 i kn0w y0u hear me. . .