Our friend is dying, this is not fair!
A life so full of energy, just taken away.
A brother, a son, and a father…..
this is not fair for the poor little girl.
A slow death, snuffing out the light
of a man who truly cares
about his friends and his family.
No, this is not fair.
Watching and waiting,
the clock moves so fast.
I cannot bear the thought
of how this is deemed fair.
Miracles happen, almost everyday.
Time cannot be cut short,
with all left undone.
The unknown is not fair.
I cannot bring myself to visit,
though I know it should be done.
I will cry, and he’ll cry, and the clock will tick on.
I plead for your mercy, shine down on this son.
Our friend is dying.
It’s not fair he’s the one.