It's Not Yet Time

Memories of February 25

It was in the wee hours of February 25th
As we struggle with nights of little sleep
We closed our eyes to catch some rest
Not knowing that we will be put into a test

In the dark of night, beyond the hospital halls
The angel of death comes into a crawl
And when he stopped, he opened the door
Of the room of the lady at the 7th Floor

And when he was standing right next to you
He checked his list, to see who's on queue
He said, "My lady, it's not yet time,
Tomorrow, I'll return at around nighttime."

..I love you still, and will always will

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