She was diagnosed on a 
FridayThe kids were almost home
The kids were on their way
Back home from school
Lying face down in the gutter
Of unaccomplished dreams
Broken memories of things to come"Sorry ma'am, I really amI had to break the newsI had to make the phone callTo tell you that you're due""You know where, I'll tell you whenAnd I suggest you start livingThese next three weeksThe best way that you can"
Every night for three long weeks
She'd roam the hallways half asleep
And as the footsteps fade away in my mind
I could swear, 
I could swear 
I heard her say"Don't wait for meI've got a lot to do, I've got a lot to beAnd in the end maybe I'll see you there"
Lost her strength on a 
SaturdaySpent the day in bed"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just the flu"
She said with a smile
But when they turned their backs
The tears would flow
She knew she only had a while to live
To breath, to be, to see, to bleed, to stand
On her own two weakened feet"And so I pray everydayDon't take my mother away"
Every night for three long weeks
She'd roam the hallways half asleep
And as the footsteps fade away in my mind
I could swear, 
I could swear 
I heard her say"Don't wait for meI've got a lot to do, I've got a lot to beAnd in the end maybe I'll see you there"
Every night for three long weeks
She'd roam the hallways half asleep
And as the footsteps fade away in my mind
I could swear, 
I could swear 
I heard her say"Don't wait for meI've got a lot to do, I've got a lot to beBut in the end maybe I'll see you thereAnd in the end you know I'll see you thereAnd in the end I'll see you there""Don't wait for me I've got a lot to doI've got a lot to be and in the endMaybe I'll see you there"