I thought my heart would break that day
when the doctor told us the news.
I watched you fade and drift away.
He said the cancerous cells may
have spread, there was no time to lose.
I thought my heart would break that day.
The dread disease moved in to stay,
few treatment options left to choose.
I watched you fade and drift away.
And when your skin had turned to grey
you begged me feed you pills and booze.
I thought my heart would break that day.
We tried to keep your pain at bay,
a shell made up of bone and bruise.
I watched you fade and drift away.
At last, no demons left to slay,
hundreds of mourners filled the pews,
I thought my heart would break. That day
I watched you fade and drift away.