Waiting
to Die
Waiting
to Die
She
can't hear you when you call out her name,
She can't see you as you walk by,
If you were Death himself, it would all be just the same.
All she can do is just cry . . .
Waiting to die.
She just sits there, all alone,
She can't move much, although she tries,
Once in a while, a visitor at the Home-
All she can do is just cry . . .
Waiting to die.
She lived a long life, so many years,
Her family's all gone, and she doesn't know why,
Where there was laughter, now there are tears.
All she can do is just cry . . .
Waiting to die.
And all I can do is just cry,
As she's waiting to die.
December 23, 1996
