Must have been a week
since she drew the curtains down.
I don't know if it's night or day, and I don't care.
Our hope seem so bleak,
but she's pulling through somehow.
While I'm trembling in dismay, in despair.
I can see you're scared and tired of all this,
I can see the torment, the damage it has done.
Still we both know what the other alternative is,
not yet the only one...
The good moments are brief,
and there's nothing I can do ...