Waiting For...

Lying here on my bed
My eyes wide open
I can't really move
My body so broken

I'm but eighty-five
Stranded, un-alive
Visions far, visions near
All I see are visions blur

My hand trembles unease
Like a rusted tool beside
They tell me I've a disease
One that's impossible to hide

Tubes are stuck all over me
I hate it, seriously
I don't even taste at all
Ever since my wretched fall

They employed a babysitter
Joyce is what they call her
Frankly she's useless in reality
All she does is watch TV

I missed my children so
Where they went, I don't know
One day they told me they'll be away
For quite a while on that very day

They told me to keep warm
For there would be a violent storm
Both kissed me and said goodbye
Strangely there were tears in their eyes

I told them to come back soon
Before it started to rain
However even with the rising moon
They never returned again

I look up at the ugly walls
And there was a beautiful lady
Smiling, was a portrait of Angela Halls
My wife, my lover and my baby

Angela was my one true love
The girl and woman of my life
We were matched from heaven above
That's why she became my very wife

Thirty years ago we'd marry
A secret rite by the abandoned quay
Jon Wilmar was the father there
I can still remember his bald-head bare

Pops didn't know that I had wed
Always made me have the pigs fed
When I heard he wanted to match me
I took whatever I had and quietly flee

Angela was my darling
Where I went she was went with me
Her face, tired, but always smiling
Somehow I felt we were meant to be

But Angela didn't last the cough
Was so bad that blood she'd froth
One autumn her spasm got so bad
Suddenly she was gone just like that

I miss Angela, I really do
Sometimes I cry for her in the blue
But I guess she's just waiting for me
By the gates of heaven, patiently

So it's just another day here in bed
Waiting for Death to take me away
I'm biding my time before I get to see
Angela smiling back at me