As i stand here,
when the doctor comes in,
tell me the news,
the news that could kill me forever,
for one day ill awake,
with the proof the will kill my heart,
the evidence will lie on the pillow,
and the tears will flow,
like a river during a thunder storm,
you just rock me in your arms,
and tell me its OK,
you love me anyways,
and its this love that keeps me going,
and now your not here,
so whats left of me now,
for i cant tell nothing for what i see,
but it was a great love,
just the stress was too much,
and now i must go,
go away up there,
but i love you and i always will!!
