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A week after their wedding day
They lodged in snowy hills.
Driving at night ice was falling,
The roads tested his skills.
His tires skidded down the street,
his wife let out a scream.
Down in the ditch went the car
and there went their lives dream.
He woke up dazed and checked his wife,
But she would not reply.
He shoke but she would not stir.
He feared that she would die.
A coma was her dreamlike state,
the doctors tried there best.
They said she wasn’t looking good,
fate would put her to rest.
Her body limp, lay frail and cold,
He stayed there by her side.
The doctors said it was too late,
Her brain had already died.
"God bring me a small miracle,
To help and save my wife.
For if she dies I will die too,
you see,she is my life."
The doctors entered once again,
Their faces looking grim.
He had the choice to end it all,
Or keep her soul with him.
He ran and paid the telephone,
And called her folks at home.
They supported him either way.
His mind began to roam.
Could he really let his love leave?
It all came down to him.
His heart beat fast within his chest
Her life rest on his whim.
He quivered as he gave the word
To send her soul above.
And when he heard her heart beat stop,
He fell upon his love.
Her body lay on the alter,
Amoung the churches crowd.
Their muffled sobs and sad faces,
They went to her and bowed.
His eulogy was most sincere,
He spoke of who he lost.
She was free from this world but,
It came at a great cost.
Written with Lisa A.
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