There's a list of highly unlikely things written on your palms.
Washable Marker Smudged from where you used it to wipe the sweat off your forehead
Where the X marks the spot.
No, you never asked god if you were right
And everyone agreed with most,
But you over looked that one
Shaky, teary eyed, they told you what's wrong, what to do about it.
You had a choice.
But you'd rather him die in your arms than on a surgery table.
There's no telling which was the better choice, but you've made it.
There's No telling if he'll be gone before he can say "I love you."
There's no telling if I'll cry or be in shock.
But, I do love you, I do love him.
You do love me, You do love him.
They do love you, They do love him.
