In my house i cried.
in my arms he nearly died.
how i wish it were not
my heart aches for him
i wish i could make his pain go away
and ensure that he'd have a long life
but i cannot.
i am just as helpless as he.
my tears keep coming
keeping my face raw as the wind.
in my room i cried
in my arms he nearly died
i would sell my soul
if only it would save him
tearing my heart open,
hoping to ease the pressure
that is constantly building up and up.
just one last time, let me see those
beautiful eyes of his, to hear
his slow and steady heartbeat,
to know he was still alive.
