She saw him standing at the door,
After a night-long of beep beep,
From the monitor beside her bed,
Beautiful than she'd seen him before.
He knelt next to her and asked her,
Darling, how has your night been?
A tear fell from the corner of her eye,
And she said, darling, I'm not so sure.
I've tried, but my work here's done,
I have but one thing to ask of you,
Would you not leave me alone today,
Hold my hand just a little longer, hun.
I've run my race, but I am so afraid,
I'm so afraid that I might die alone,
That this room will be the last thing I see,
So afraid of what I can no more evade.
I'd rather have you here by my side,
To cross to the other side held by you,
Not alone with drips and a lonely room.
I'd rather have you here in my last ride.
Tell me the other side won't be so bad,
That it isn't painful and difficult there,
That I've done enough and loved enough,
That you've loved the times we've had.
He'd never be ready for what life becomes,
And as tears rolled down his handsome face,
Her eyes closed, and his world went silent,
As he felt his wife turn cold in his arms.