Her eyes closed early that morning
as I spoke my words;
so sweet and comtemplated,
so soft, she won't have heard.

There's wailing in the corner,
there's screaming to my left,
the icy water's getting higher,
much like the tears of all the guests.

She holds her lover's hand
as her mother cries her tears.
They hug eachother one last time
and try to forget their fears.

She smiled as the monitor beeped,
the sound began to slow;
a tear rolled down my cheek as she
bore pain I could never know.

I told my friend I loved her,
my sister, more than my friend,
I hope I've done half as much
as you, at my end.

I'm sorry for all the bad things,
I'm sorry for all the pain.
I'll never forget the good times.
I wish things could stay the same.

As I spoke these final words
in my softest voice,
her eyes began to close,
I should've made a better choice.

Her face was drained of color,
her ruby lips were pale,
her body seemed so limp,
my sister was so frail.

The monitor stopped beeping,
the wailing grew louder,
the flatline bore into my soul;
I felt unsure, somehow unwhole.

Her lover, he kissed her cheek,
her mother broke down, too sad to speak.
I brushed her hair from her eyes;
when an angel dies, eternity cries...

The next morning when I woke
I went to call my friend,
but I began to choke
as I cried tears without end.