It was nearly 12 pm when i got signed out
my brother sitting there waiting for me
as i walk towards him all he does is stare
I'm waiting for the bad news to just hit me
but all i could think is, is he alright?
i come home, mom's hysterical crying
i want to cry, but tears won't come out
he's been through so much and yet, he's still survived
oh god, what is this all about?
is he even going to make the night?
we leave for the hospital
the entire ride was so long
then all of a sudden we're in his room
he's sitting there so strong
he looks alright
as night was passing by
a donor was still not available for him
waiting and waiting so impatiently
for god to just take him
but he pulls out the night
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