Car crashed, face smashed
Critical Condition
No hope, lumped throat
Just call it intuition
Hand holding, faith folding
What am I to do?
Dismayed, I prayed
God, please pull him through!
White bed, almost dead
Still I'm by your side
Last breath, 'fore death
You asked us not to cry
Your mom, so strong
As we embrace and grieve
E. K. G., Beep Beeā¦.
Why'd you have to leave
My friend, the end
I'm trying to be strong
Request, one guest
Can I come along?