• A house of disease, a keeper of death
    A woman and her daughter, the only ones left
    The former, in bed hooked up to the device
    The latter, in prayer, not rolling the dice

    “Please, please don’t leave
    The clock hasn’t stopped just yet
    There’s still a few more years left”

    One last hope, only one left in sight
    A gamble too risky, still shaded by light
    They both have their hand, chances looking cold
    The elder has spoken; she simply wants to fold

    The daughter now gazes, not waiting for fate
    The mother just smiles and says it’s too late
    With a tick of the clock, her heart begins to drop
    By the tock of all time, Death will not stop

    “Please, please don’t leave
    The clock hasn’t stopped just yet
    There’s still a few more years left”

    “My child, my child
    I believe you are wrong
    From this life I have learned
    That time doesn’t wait for anyone”

    The fermata is heard, it rings through the air
    The elder has finished her game of solitaire