Cross your arms

feed the fire,

the longest night is here.

The doctors hustle

and the nurses bussel.

Adjusting wires

as you sniffle back tears.

 

By the bedside

or in the waiting room

its all the same here

Death is taking steps

taking every tear.

 

Link hands now

the fire is not needed

the night is everlasting.

Slow, so slow

everything seems

as the blanket falls

on an empty screen.

 

By the casket

or by the grave

it's all the same here.

Death has taken steps

no one is left here.