Pain driven:
There you lie in that white clad bed,
Full of pain, as tears fill your small eyes,
Three years old, I think I’ll have to stop counting.
Those big men in white say scary things,
They say “He might not make it through the night.”
My six year old mind can’t comprehend why.
Why is God being so mean to you?
Why is he trying to take you from me?
My little brother of only three…
My heart, it hurts, it cries driven by pain.
The pain I feel when I see you there,
In that white clad bed, with all those machines.
Our family is now driven by pain,
With what you have been,
Falsely diagnosed with…
There you lie in that white clad bed,
Full of pain, as tears fill your small eyes,
Three years old, I think I’ll have to stop counting.
Those big men in white say scary things,
They say “He might not make it through the night.”
My six year old mind can’t comprehend why.
Why is God being so mean to you?
Why is he trying to take you from me?
My little brother of only three…
My heart, it hurts, it cries driven by pain.
The pain I feel when I see you there,
In that white clad bed, with all those machines.
Our family is now driven by pain,
With what you have been,
Falsely diagnosed with…
