She wakes up in the night,
To a hope of new daylight,
As the cancer eats here bones,
This is the fight of her life.
I sing her one last song,
In her bedroom of St John.
The doc walks in with a quivered lip and says we don’t have long.
Maybe if we’re lucky, 6 months to the day.
The tears fall down so she turns away but I pull her back and say;
Chorus;
We’ve tried nothing,
So let’s give this everything.
Let’s go home, because there’s still hope.
And if the world keeps turning,
And the flame still burns in you,
Then there’s still hope.
I’ll take you home tonight.
She reaches towards the sky,
And she questions when and why.
But no one hears her call.
No one’s there to hear her cry.
But I hear her.
Her innocence is killing me,
As she dreams of extended life with me.
But maybe if she’s lucky,
She’ll get through the day.
The tears fall down so I turn away but she pulls me back as says
Chorus 2*
She starts to close her eyes,
As she says her last goodbyes
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