I’m running to the table,
I can’t get there soon enough.
Carrying on much longer,
And I’ll be lost in the underbrush.
I’m searching for the doctor,
The one with all the tools.
I’m praying he can save my life,
Because I’ve tried all that I can do.
I’m crying out in pain,
Desperation, panic – forever unsure.
My heart needs major surgery,
The scalpel of love is the cure.