Lay your head on thee hospital bed
Knowing then that you won't grow up
The monster is killing you
But when you sleep you can dream
Dream of thee memories of race-cars
Dream of music and dancing on thee kitchen floor
Dream of plastic dinosaurs
Dream of hope
Dream of spirit
Just believe you are going to get thorough this

Imagine you first day of middle school
Imagine yourself as an 8the grade grad
Imagine yourself as a freshman
Walking thorough those halls for thee first time
Imagine your senior prom
And thee tux you will never put on

So go to sleep and think about thee good things
About heaven being so close by
being able to stand in front of God
Asking why did i die so young?
I will miss you as I see thee flat line
The only way to get thorough this
Is knowing i had one last moment to say goodbye