A tear runs down
A pale, cool cheek
It slides, it glides,
For escape it seeks,
I lie there alone,
Watching the tear,
As the heart monitor's beeping,
Sound in my ear,
I think of the good times,
The great times of the bold,
I think "How grateful"
I didn't do as I was told,
I think of running free,
'Round the hillsides in fall,
I'm grateful I answered,
My hearts pleading call,
And though no one is here,
Just me and a tear,
I feel bittersweet glee,
Pulling me near,
I smile for great memories,
And for time well spent,
Though life is short,
I'm glad it was lent.
So as the beeping grows softer,
And longer. And slow.
I smile a sweet smile,
Only my tear and I know.
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