Stabbed (True Story)

And the knife cut him open
It pierced his warm, loving skin
His enemy, had NO idea
All the turmoil this would bring

Somewhere in a hospital
He's trying to fight for his life
His only memory he knows
Is of that cold, blood-stained knife

And his girlfriend lays in bed crying
Reassures herself, that it will all be O.K
She tries to think positively
And says he'll be back for another day

And then a flash into the next week
People tear stained, dressed in black
She stands there, away from every one
And pleads with God to bring him back

She pushes it out of her head
He's a strong guy, he'll pull through
But what if her baby don't make it?
What if her thoughts are true?

Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust
She fights to hold back her pain
And as the funeral procession marches on
The sunshine, turns to a monotonous rain

She snaps herself out of it
And she cries, again, for her love
And with not an ounce of faith in her
She turns to the skies above

"And if you watch over him please
And please don't let him die
I promise to be the better person
And I promise not to cry"

True story, my boy friend got stabbed last night, I'm really scared, I don't know if he's OK...
Thank you Crystal, again, I love you...