My lover is dieing, though I can't help him
As he lies there in a pool of his own blood
He softly speaks the words from deep within.
All of my emotions begin to flood.
On this battlefield, his life shall end
And if his body dies, my heart will too.
To heaven, my angel I must send.
I know our love on earth is surly doomed.
Though I'm a nurse, I cannot stitch his bones.
My needle cannot pierce through this love,
But death can slice through this love we once owned,
Like an arrow through the heart of a dove.
His chest was still as his lungs stopped breathing,
Inside my heart began to stop singing.
