The rasping breath, the ticking clock
This skeleton of bones and shock
To pray death lets the pain depart
I feel the angels beating on my heart

Right here Mom, it's 3 a.m.
Let me move the pillow down
Couldn't hear you, say again
You're not a burden, take what comes around

I know the pain is hell
I know you've had enough
I know the morphine doesn't seem to help
But Mom you've got to know it does

Mom, the waters at your lips
Wash the bitter taste away
See if you can take a sip
Drink the toast you drank your wedding day

Wish I knew, hope you're right
I'd love to think you're heaven bound
Maybe Dad waits in the light
Can almost hear the angels gathered round

Sure, I remember that Thanksgiving
Dad was an amazing man
I know how hard it's been without him
I'll bet he's here now waiting for your hand

Just let go
Fly to your one true love
Tell Dad I said hello
And let his strong arms carry you above

What's that Mom, I couldn't hear you
Try again, yes it's true
You had a good man and a good life
I hope I can do half as good as you
Yes, I know, Mom, I love you too

The rasping breath, the ticking clock
This skeleton of bones and shock
To pray death lets the pain depart
I feel the angels beating on my heart

© Bruce T. Holmes 2004 All Rights Reserved