He Lived for A Month (part 2)

But he lived to amaze the others and me.
Doctors didn't think he pass their expectancy.
He tightly grasped my grandpa's little finger.
To give us some comfort, to say it's not over.

I went to my school not missing a day.
And after all that, I'd break down and pray.
For three weeks I did this with not a mistake.
And trusted that God, a miracle he'd make.

We visited him when we were allowed.
I'd talk about Vincent, how I was so proud.
But needles and wires were 'round his body.
It wasn't a sight that they all let us see.

On his 30th day, a quiet April morning,
I was still in bed, I expected nothing.
My angel, my Vincent, he wasn't so blessed.
I think I should've known, think I should've guessed.

At four in the morning, they told us what happened.
Our angel had left us, he'd flown back to heaven.
I had no idea what to say, what to think.
Everything seemed dark, I was starting to sink.

I cried on my pillow; I screamed, I shouted.
For the past four weeks, I've prayed, I've waited.
His heart had failed him, it wasn't that strong.
And now once again, I was stupid, I was wrong.

I saw his small face and brown eyes just once.
I never did touch him, I didn't have the chance.
Vincent is dead; that word just felt empty.
I wish he was here to bring hope, to guide me.

He flew back to heaven without a goodbye.
But deep in my heart is where he'll always lie.
He lived for a month but he'll always be near.
After five weeks of living, I thank God I'm still here.

He lived for a month, he struggled each day.
But there are those people who'd throw life away.
I wish they could feel, I wish they could see
How fragile, how wanted their own lives could be.

So now that my tale, my story's completed.
I hope you've been touched, I hope you've been tested.
There so much to see, to touch and to give.
Remember that Vincent just wanted to live.