And She/They Stand.. He is Freed
And she stands, with her fists clenched in front of her,
Watching he who she loves fulfill his death wish living in a blur.
And she stands, with tears threatening to fall,
Dreading and knowing that she will get that call.

And she cries, knowing that nothing else can be done,
The battle with his drugs and booze cannot be won.
And she cries, for the all the years he will loose,
But she cannot decide, it is he that must choose.

And she prays, for him to be given some peace,
For the family's painful watch of his death to cease.
And she prays, that God will forgive her these thoughts,
But she knows that this battle can no longer be fought.

And she stands, once again through the fitful night by his side,
For the ambulance she waits, for this his final ride.
And she stands, while the doctors work to bring him back once more,
While the monitors hooked to him stop beeping, she sinks to the floor.

And she curses, the booze and drugs that hooked and reeled him in,
Why couldn't he have felt their love, and fought hard to win?
And she weeps, for her hope has abandoned her in this hour of need,
But she knows it is best for him because from all pain he is freed.

And she stands, once again, numb as they lower the casket that day,
She has no more words for those left behind, what can she say?
And she turns, and walks, slowly and whispers her final goodbye,
He turned his back on all his family and friends without a reason why.

And they all stand, with their hands clenched hard and tight,
All is done, time to go home, he never did want to fight.
And their hurting hearts never get the closure they need,
But he has his - from his hell he is freed.
(c) luvshorses 2008