Jonathon Franklin, Raymy Krumrei, Nitanee Paris

Early on a Friday
Your suitcase in the driveway
I guess I knew this day was coming
Desperate to hold onto something
But watching you slip away

Searching for a miracle
Pleading with the sky
Running through the reasons
But I’m still asking why
It’s not the way I’d have it
But the choice was never mine
Oh if beggars could be choosers
I would choose a bit more time

A silent Sunday evenin’
Another empty weekend
I sit alone and think about you
I’m gonna have to live without you
The truth begins to sink in


Now and then the cosmic powers that be
Seem intent to bring us down to our knees

Thursday by your bedside
Get well cards and goodbyes
Cold machines and harsh lights
They said you fought a good fight


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