she was diagnosed on a friday the kids were almost home the kids were on their

way back home from school lying face down in the gutter of unaccomplished

dreams and broken memories of things to come "sorry ma'am i really am i had to

break the news i had to make the phone call to tell you that you're due you

know where i'll tell you when and i suggest you start living these next three

weeks the best way that you can" every night for three long weeks she'd roam

the hallways half asleep and as the footsteps fade away in my mind i could

swear i could swear i heard her say: don't wait for me i've got a lot to do

i've got a lot to be and in the end maybe i'll see you there lost her strength

on a saturday spent the day in bed yeah i'm fine it's just the flu she said

with a smile but when they turned their backs the tears would flow she knew

she only had a while to live... to stand on her own two weakened feet "and so

i pray everyday: don't take my mother away" and in the end maybe i'll see you

there you know i'll see you there and in the end i'll see you there