i know you think i'm through-with-life, but inside, the fluids-ride...
i wanna shout, you can't give up now, i don't want two-to-die...
it's the foolish-pride, even though it's been months since the car-crash...
and it wasn't bruising-blue, it was losing-you, that left my heart-gashed...
each scar-masks a deeper pain, everyday, seeing you waiting...
doctors said, this coma may mean death, but you prayed that they'd save-me...
and baby, i've seen you by my hospital bed with tears-flowin...
i wanted to cry, though i couldn't reply, to seein your fears-broken...
you're so seared-open, all because this coma won't let me wake-up...
i miss how we used to hold-hands, it went to no-pants, then we made-love...
nothing can shake-us, i've been waiting forever to touch-you...
but i have a suprise, dry your eyes, cause tomorrow i'll come-to...
this is one-truth, in the morning i'll start to breathe life-again...
now the wait's over, and we'll be bolder, in spite-of-this...
there's no hiding-it, i'm excited to finally be-with-you...
though the chances looked grim, tomorrow i'll live, best believe-it-boo...

* in the meantimes, he paces about the doctors office with a deep decision to make...this situation has been difficult for him as well and he has no knowledge of her nearing recovery...*

he thinks out loud...

nothing between us cept a gown and the steady beat of a heart monitoring machine
as I solemly look down upon your face with love and all thats bothering me
the doc says it s a 50/50 chance and even thats just a probably
only thing stoppin me is the memories and thats the problem ya see
call it greed but all it brings when I think all them things bout the old you
is how I told you that I would hold you no matter the bad we have ta go thru
now your lying there as I sit in this hospital chair contemplating if your death is fair
a breath of air is what I need to end these thoughts of how we was a blessed pair
but doc needs a decision by sun down thats the run down baby what do I do now?
either way is crude how i gotta choose now.. in my hearts a true gouge
tears streamin cheeks gleamin as I stare at your peaceful face are you dreaming?
or ar you screaming? cuaght in a never ending nightmare of torture and beatings?
ahh perfect its raining outside a perfect addition to the pain of reminisin
all the good times we shared.. and of course all the pleasure we will be missin
face sweat glistens..from the bed rail my palms slippin as I stare at u thru watery vision
docs come in to listen.. to a broken man... I Love You Kris but Ive made my decision
A species without a home, the galaxy's hobos.. swollen toes, we spoke prose, knowledge exposed..
Words composed, spoken on drum-rolls.. it was the way of Gods long before KRS-1 shows..