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I hoped you'd get better,
I prayed you'd get well, The Doctors broken records; "Only time will tell", I hoped you'd get better, Despite what they said, But then came the dreaded, When they said you were dead. It took me a second, You weren't coming back, The Doctors said quietly; "It was a heart attack", Now I'm sat on this chair, Digging nails into my head, Screaming; "This isn't fair", When they said you were dead. I'm sat alone now, The guests are all gone, People I don't know said; "He was a good man, John", The house feels so hollow, I look out to your shed, And remember back to last week, When they said you were dead. I'm going to sleep now, I want to stop the pain, As I close my eyes I whisper; "We're coming together again" I shut my eyes, And rest my head, I will forget about the day, When they said you were dead. I wake up at your bedside table, You are awake and give me a smile, "The doctors say that I am stable", I was dreaming all the while. I hoped you'd get better, I prayed you'd get well, The Doctors broken records; "Only time will tell", I hoped you'd get better, Despite what they said, So then came the divine, When they said you were fine, And the worries dispersed from my head.
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