Holding On To Life While Slipping Into Death
Holding my breath
As I wait for her to depart
But still she holds on
To the last speck of dust she calls life
Months and weeks pass her by
And every day that dies away
She says "goodbye"
But the morning replies "hello"
She anticipates her arrival
To the beloved home she calls heaven
Walking through those gates
Her golden wings stretch across nations
But until then she's still holding on
Still waiting
Still breathing
And remains alive
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