She saw me, as she lay dying.
She cried and coughed, while holding my hand;
She squeezed and mumbled, things like sorry;
I called the ambulance as I shed some tears,
Hoping that she wouldn't see my fears;
I held her hand and gave her comfort;
Hope was on our side and nothing more.
She saw me, as she lay dying.
She complained about the pain, get voice growing faint;
I waited around the wreck, watching her as she lay in pain;
People gathered around and mumbled things, people whispered their doubts;
I held our hope, and listened to her breathe;
She tried to sit up, only for me to tell her not to;
I watched in horror, as she became paler;
Her voice quivered as she asked, "Am I dying?"
I held her hand and stroked her hair out of her face, reassuring her that she would be fine.
She saw me, as she lay dying.
Her voice grew faint, and her grip grew weak;
She had a hard time now, fighting to stay alive;
Her breath grew short, and she mumbled some words;
I told her it was okay, but I knew it was not;
She told me it was her time to go, and her body went limp;
She had a smile on her face, and I realized,
The last thing she saw, was me crying, as she lay dying;
I stayed there holding her hand, as the ambulances came;
They locked her up, and drove away;
I still remember the day, that I saw my sister pass away.
