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The blue walls in front of her
Haven't changed in the last two hours
The plastic chair still as hard
As when she arrived
She's waiting
Thoughts racing through her head
Almost as fast as her car
When she chased the Ambulance
She's waiting
She's waiting for news
Waiting for a figure to walk out the ward
Secretly she knows
You can tell my the tears
Running down her cheeks
She's thinking of everything she should have said
Everything she could have done
I'm watching her
As I always will be
I wanted to wrap her in my arms L
ike when she was young
But I can't
She's waiting
Waiting for the doctor
Waiting for good news
To hear her old dad's alright
But it won't come
The waiting won't end
I'm watching my little girl crying
But I'll never comfort her.
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I read all of your writes, and this one is the one i like the most! Death is such an amazing weakness and strength, weakness in the sense that some people dwindle on it and are terrified of it, Strength in the way that it pushes people to truely see who they really are even if that does take there whole life time to see it. In the truthof it all though that weakness and strength are the exact same thing! What does that tell you about the human race?! I like this alot thanks
