Eyes open, but a blank stare
No emotions and tubes everywhere
Rugged hair and trembling hands
The family in chairs, while the wife stands
There are moans and groans, tears and rings
From hospital phones and the pains death brings
A grasp for air sends us to silence
As we all stare at death's slow violence
Now gathered around the third generation
From them one sound a prayer for rejuvenation
On his right his companion coheres
His love, his fight for 54 years
A message is brought whose taste's is tart
One never sought for it breaks the heart
‘No life through the night, last day to live
The end is in sight, no gospel to give’
After this, one leaves, and the rest stay
The group grieves, for it’s the end of the day
Then that one awakes from a night of sleep
By a noise the alarm makes, the entrance beep
It’s his mom and she gives him the news
The feeling a bomb, with death lighting the fuse
As it explodes inside, it sends you into shock
The news he died makes all thinking stop
Then she told me of how he died
Of how he left in glory and pride
Of how he took his last breathe with a smile on his face
As if he saw past death, as he joined the angelical race
Darkness arrives and we loose focus of life
We search the skies for a shimmer of light
Then darkness is destroyed as the Son rises
And all of heaven is in joy of the soul Jesus arrives with

 
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