• A battle for life,
    a battle to let go.
    a battle to stay safe,
    a battle he wants the world to know.

    two cars, with sirens blaring, [they] stop,
    they rush into his house-
    screaming now, "faster faster" they shout.
    the men all dressed in uniform find him on his bed,
    passed out, next to bottles and a fire glowing red.
    a uniformed man rings the doorbell- no one home;
    this boy was here all alone.
    "get a stretcher here now," one man cries,
    we have to get him outside"

    unknowingly, they just pass on by,
    ignoring the red glow, flooding out of his sides.
    his body, is now a symbol for deaths hand of time.
    the red soaks through his shirt, his pants;
    nothing material will last.
    they forget to go through his dresser drawers,
    concealing the knife and pills from times before.
    get him out of here they cry,
    as a man starts to notice the boy is losing his breath of life.

    the same song plays in the background,
    on an old record machine.
    it skips, repeating the same phrase,
    over and over again it seems.
    "i love you, i give you my heart, i will do anything for you.
    take me away, i am your prisoner"
    his favourite song to listen to,
    when fate gives him nothing else to do.
    brings up memories of her,
    the reason why he was made to walk this earth.

    the men take his lifeless corpse,
    strap it on to a movable bed,
    sent on a course to a sterile world,
    a common sight to those thatve bled,
    while hes lost in conscious,
    trapped by his own thoughts,
    thinking about this girl.
    At the sound of voices his conscience wakes.
    hes trying so hard to stay awake,
    trying not to give in to his own personal novacaine,
    a mixture of medication and pain.

    "bring the ambulance, but keep the hearse right behind,"
    he hears as he tries to open his weary eyes.
    pain rushes all over,
    nothing could come sooner.

    he shakes and trembles, they cry,
    lifting the bed inside.
    they listen to the beating in his chest,
    gradually seeming to beat less and less.
    a man look at his watch, and what a surprise,
    its too late, a minute over midnite.
    look who decided to wish at the wrong time.
    men close the door of one of the siren cars,
    and tells it to go somewhere very far.
    the boy is barely awake,
    all he wants is sleep.
    he wants to end this living dream, and just remain asleep.

    the sirens wail,
    all the cars on the street let them stop and pass on bye,
    they know it could the work of death or life.
    the ambulance stops, men take the boy out of his movable bed.
    he is stripped of all clothes, and what a sight.
    every inch of his body is as gruesome as a horror night.
    scars and cuts all lined with blood,
    as if he was the world, and wanted a flood.
    put into a gown, and pushed onto a table,
    a man with a mask asks what happened
    while looking for anyone anle,
    to operate on this boy, and try to save his life.

    no saving of a boy will there be tonight.
    look who decided to wish at the wrong time.