There's no point in saying
that I'm gonna be staying.
Whether I live or die;
all depends on how hard you try.

Try a little harder.
Go a little longer.
Don't you stop.
Don't you cry.
Please, don't you let me die.

Emergency services on their way
- the ambo's still quite far away.
Don't stop.
Please, don't stop.
I know I'm not quite gone,
nor am I quite there.
Stranger; won't you breathe for me one more time?

Please, don't let me go,
go God-knows where.
I'm not ready.
Not quite yet.
Not right now.
Not like this anyhow.

I have not had the chance to say thanks.
Thanks for trying,
Stranger, whose name I will never hear.
Kind stranger, your attempts were very near
success.

Yet death came for me this day.
Oh the reaper did take me away.
Thank-you stranger is all I can say,
although you shall remain nameless to me,
I can't thank 'ye
nearly enough.

© Danni Goldring, 2007