How To Save A Life

Bruised and broken, she lays there and sighs-
"Why?" she asks, as she begins to cry.
But a voice comes in clear, and it's you;
You tell her that she'll pull through.

You know that you time is limited, but you don't care;
It's your last chance to admire her gorgeous hair.
The smile in her eyes; the feel of her hand;
You try to speak and make her understand.

But your voice comes out in a whisper-
It's the breeze that makes the leaves crisper.
You know she has no idea you're there now;
You know it can't last, you don't bother asking "How?"

You got another chance to make things right.
It's not for long, maybe only a night.
Seeing her before you leave was your last wish;
To feel her embrace and her tender kiss.

The tears are still streaming down her face-
As you lean in for one more embrace.
Suddenly, she stops and looks up, staring;
She was the one who never stopped caring.

She felt you with her, but she still couldn't see-
How extraordinary this could be!
She reached out, but you were could to the touch;
She wavered and used her bed as a crutch.

You retracted, knowing this wouldn't work;
You had to leave and you both were hurt.
She cries, "Why can't life ever be nice?"
That's like asking: "How To Save A Life."