He walks in the room and lays there while she suffers.

It's been a long journey and Lord knows that she struggled.

He can't take the pain away, but he prays for betters days.

Two different pray sent up to one God.

He answers them both.

But it don't feel like it because he kisses her and she feel lifeless.

How could she live like this?

What could he do to help?

Til’ death do us part.

We were supposed to be one.

How could you take his better half and leave him with none.

Family grieving, heavy breathing, and weeping.

Like what the fuck, this is the holiday season.

Giving Thanks, but feeling so robbed.

How could pain hurt this much, then he felt her heart stop.

By her side for all those years,

He took a knee, gave you a prayer and gave her his tears.

To death do us part, death parts us here.