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My sister was in a car accident and this poem is about her time in the hospital. |
| Lights shining Walls gleaming white We pass many rooms Till 437 is in sight We're on the fourth floor Just walking, walking Till we enter the room There she lies Silent;not talking Lights shining Walls gleaming white Memories of That sleepless night Emergency rooms Telephone calls Walking down Running down The endless halls Till I cannot run anymore Till I cannot cry anymore Can't Speak Can't Hear Heart Beating In my ear Till the lights go out The walls seem gray And someone rips My heart away And never gives it back |