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Summary: This may be out of order in whatever way, but hey, its my story, I get to decide how it goes. ;-) Sorry if it takes a while for me to get it posted, but I've been writing it in whatever time I get between classes and stuff and I'm laptop less so its all scribbled down on paper and I've actually gotta find time to type it all up. But hopefully I'll find enough time somewhere. =) Also, I've decided to make it easier on people to let me know what they think, and give me more ideas of what to write. If you would like, I can be reached via email or Yahoo! messenger at AdorableKittens2002@Yahoo.com or via AOL instant messenger as PrincessSpzMnky . Feel free to drop me a line if you'd like. =) Happy Reading! =)
WARNING!!!!!
IF YOU AREN'T CRYING ALREADY, I CAN JUST ABOUT GUARANTEE THAT YOU WILL BE VERY SOON. SO STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND IMMEDIATELY RUN FOR TISSUES! YOU WILL BE NEEDING THEM! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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Please God
Tommy froze in his tracks when he saw his wife laying in the bed, looking so small, surrounded by all the machines. Her face was scratched and bruised, with a large bandage on her forehead. Tommy didn't know what to do or say, the scene before him was so surreal. He just stood in front of the door, looking at his beautiful wife, who was once so vivacious and full of life.
Tommy was completely silent as he stood in front of the door for a long time. He didn't have the strength to move a single muscle. He felt like if he dared to, he would collapse in one big heap on the floor. So rather than move, he just stood there.
It took about 10 more minutes for Tommy to finally regain some strength. When he did, he slowly moved to Kimberly's side, and slowly, gently took her hand, raising it to his mouth, gently kissing is, as he sat down on the chair next to the bed.
"Kim . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Kim, I am so sorry!" Tommy finally said, as tears again began to fall down his face.
spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Kim, you have to get better . . . . . . . . . . I can't lose you . . . . . . . You are such a huge part of who I am, I can't live without you . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I can't raise Mariah alone . . . . . . . . . . I need you Kimberly . . . . . . . Please don't leave me . . . . . . . . . ."
so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe
in this sweet madness
oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
"God . . . . . Please don't take her away from me . . . . . . . . I'll do anything . . . . . . . . . . Just please God . . . . . . . . Please don't take my wife away from me . . . . . . . . . . I can't live without her . . . . . . . . . ." Tommy pleaded as he sat there sobbing.
Its been so long
Since I felt your touch
I don't feel so strong
But I feel so much
So please God come
So please God come
Through all the storms
I see your life
Can you see this small
My little lamb
So please God come
So please God come
This is kind of hard to say
But I love you
I know I'm not the best of man
But I love you
I know I don't have much to give
But I love you
And I would give up anything
To be your beloved
So please God come
So please God come
So please God come
So please God come
Please God Come
"Please . . . . . Please God . . . . . Please make Kimberly get better . . . . . . . . . You already took Trini . . . . . . . . . Please . . . . . . . . . Please don't take Kimberly too . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I need my wife . . . . . . . . . I need her with me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Please God . . . . . . . . . Please don't let her die . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." Tears splashed onto Kimberly's arm, as Tommy lowered her head as he cried. "Please God . . . . . . . . . I love her so much . . . . . . . . . Please . . . . . . . . . I'll do anything . . . . . . . . . Just please, please don't take her away from me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Angel"
© Sara McLachlan
Surfacing 1997
"Please God Come"
Scarlet River, aka. Scarlet Road, aka. Jono & The Rock, aka. Enation
Jackson Brothers
A Soundtracks & Scarlet River Production
© 2001 Ricky Lee Jackson
Music ASCAP
Jackson-Brothers.com
