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There she lay
Upon a stark white bed
Her pulse is still
Her heart is dead

Her mother screams
Her sisters cry
The nurses urge
Her heart to try

One, two, three and CLEAR
Her chest jolts up, then it falls
Her grandma picks out
A funeral shawl

One, two, three and CLEAR
All eyes turn to the heart machine
Her father kneels and prays
For fate to intervene

Meanwhile she is free
Soaring on white wings
Above the ocean spray
Around her, the air, it sings

Late that night
When all is still
She lies upon the bed
No fancies, nor frill

No one was there
No one did see
The faintest spike
On the heart machine

Her chest, it rises
Then it falls
And oh so softly
One name she calls

Not her mother's
Nor her brother's, sister's, friend's
That name she heard
When she was at the end

This name
It gives her hope
She is no longer falling
Down that slippery slope

The name she calls
It gives her strength
It helps her swim
One more length

It helps her run
One more lap
It frees her from
Her death trap

That name she calls
It's power, its free!
It makes her heart
Go beep bleep

The nurse walks past
Her feet go clump
The brave girls heart
Gives one strong thump

Then another
And another

The nurse, she runs
To fetch her mother
To fetch her aunt
To fetch her brother

To fetch her sisters, her gran, her friends
This girl is proof
That fate bends

Whose name she called
She will never know
But she will never forget
That feeling of hope

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 25, 2015 ⏰

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