flat line

nearly there ,

wont be long ,

he´s not looking well ,

jesus what is wrong ,

we get him to A:E,

at first all is grand ,

then a nurse bangs on his chest ,

as another holds his hand ,

but it was all to late ,

i have lost what was mine ,

sounds of my children crying ,

and the hounting beeping of a flat line ,,

all the good times we had ,

and all the memores we found ,

the only one now that sticks in my head 

it´s that dam flat line that follows me around ,

goodbye my darling ,

to hevan you did go ,

i´ll be there soon my pet ,

but when i really dont know ,

writen

by

paul o carroll