Lying here, covered in white tunics

Left all alone as I demanded, surrounded by whites

Doctors and nurses hovering

Where's my Florence, I cried and chanted

Tubes that pierce my every vein

Fighting as am I for my own life

 

So easy to say to myself, let it go

Enough ! Life or death....what do I choose ?

Hurt by even those who were close to me

The anchors of my ship just broke loose.

 

Lying, floating, just moving with the tide

A stirring within, I hear my lil angel cry

Sobbing quietly, it begs me to rise

As much as it may hurt, I force myself to abide

 

Battle an inch, a foot, a stride, then ever on

Rising slowly, move it please, says the voice within,

The battle cry of great warlords of yore

Akin to the sigh and weep of my lil angel

 

Once again, it has hung onto my soul,

When I was falling, slipping fast

In spite of the hurt, the angel held on

How can I not rise, make my vows last

 

That's I'll be there, when the time demands

I'll kiss those tears away

I'll hug you close, make you just fine

I'm rising fast, what more do I say ?

~LoneRanger~