God, no, no, no, tell me it ain't so!
Say it's not true, my heart you pulled in two.
Awake me from this awful dream, heads bursting, need to scream!
She's my sweet and precious girl, my stomach needs to hurl.
Impossible to accept this mortal fact, 'cause she & I made a pact;
She would fear no other and I will protect her, like a brother.
This awful truth impales my broken heart, I can't go on, with us apart.
What about the ones left behind, should I release myself from my mind?
OH, this choice, not fair to make, she was so young for you to take.
Sorry, death moved too fast, I could not protect you at the last.
But, the pacts been said, a promise made, I now will follow to your grave!
Keith Foley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deaths-door-2/
