I hear the sirens sounding within the deepest of the night,
the safety arrives too late
and turns into pain and fright…
I don’t expect your fragile face smeared from the fresh blood,
wounds covering your life and her past;
so joyful and good…
It’s so incomprehensible;
your senses whom worked too late,
in the blinding headlights;
disturbing your life like a dangerous blade..
But I’m too late now,
to even think about that.
And darling I hear your last heartbeat through the monitors,
I know it’s too late…….