He sits by my hospital bed,
He takes my hand and sniffles,
He starts to say a prayer.
All I hear is his heart beating,
And his quivering breaths.
As I rise up to the ceiling I see this,
The one who loves me sits besides my bed,
Saying he's sorry,
But what is he sorry for?
I try to sink back into my body,
But the weightlessness doesn't let me.
So I grab onto the wall and pull myself down,
So I can just touch his face once more before I go.
Can't God let him see my soul struggling to get down?
I finnally get to touch his face and leave.
I leave feeling remembered, remembered by someone who listened to me from the beginning to the end someone who really cared for me not just hey I like you kisses youd and leaves you in the dust, as I look down from the light up in the air I smile at him remembering him eternally, as he will remember me and as I walk though the shining golden gate that leads me to heaven and I will watch him from the clouds and walk in the light of God for enternity and, someday I will see all of my family and friends up in heaven with me and they will do the same as I did.
But until then, I will watch them from the clouds of heaven and show them the way as God did for me.
