| I stand by your bed side I can feel you gripping my hand And the scarely audible moan that escapes from the back of your throat I watch you barely wince at unbearable pain As bone slowly breaks through skin Because you have no flesh left 65 pounds of agony and God fearing endurance. tubes and wires and appuratuses Litter your bedside And your body. It hurts me to touch you But I can't take all the hurt away and I can feel God damning my soul because of it. Asking you to hold on I kiss the back of your hand And as I say good night And as I leave your room I think Hold on to what? |
| PT#0057 |