We are not going to make it home I've lost quite a lot of blood And you are barely hanging on Its times like these that hope has moved on Went to another building And to other lives What ill miss most are my mothers eyes And the hold of my father Letting me know it would be alright And I wish I could lie one last time in my own bed And feel love surrounding me Before I layed my head A look to you And my now brittle heart breaks Because what hurts worse than my wounds is your pleading face And your outstretched hand With what feels like a last push Our fingers unite It helps to know someone is there Because now I've lost sight With a whisper of encouragement I make sure our palms lock Then nervousness washes over me as I hear another gun cock