Palliative - Sienna Skies

I’m losing a generation

And it’s taken

Ninety plus years but deaths finally made a new friend

Welcomed with open arms like he’d always intended

And I saw the black hood

And it whispered my name

If I hold your hand a little tighter

Will you stay here one more day

If sing your name a little louder

Will you still remember me?

Memories of a hospital bed, as my family stand around, they’re quoting the dead

The cold touch of my hand on your chest

Watch your sleeping smile

Knowing you gave nothing less than it all for your family to live and survive

in a world

That death has finally said it’s time

That you departed for

Where fathers meet mothers

And brothers meet brothers

If I hold your hand a little tighter

Will you stay here one more day

If sing your name a little louder

Will you still remember me?

And I’m loosing a generation, but I’ll be okay, okay