I Was Alive
You went to see a doctor
And you heard my heart beat.
Months later you saw another doctor --
You walked out crying.
You loved my father so much
But he was never ready.
I could feel it in his touch,
You were only going steady.
That day, my father held your hand
And I knew I wouldn't survive.
Why was my death so sad,
If the doctor said I was never alive?
What makes someone alive
Is the beating of their heart.
Unless I was mistaken,
There was a beat, set from yours apart.
You knew I was there,
We had a special connection.
But you went to the doctor,
And my heart stopped, no question.
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