There was nothing I could do.

"The operation will take long,
and you probably won't feel better in the morning."
("I won't let you feel better any time sooner.")

It was a grey quiet sunday.
Those were her last word.
Or at least that's what I heard.

From then,
it's all been angst and sorrow.
I just can't help the feeling.

Care for you,
and where your soul rests,
will be my home.
We'll pay you a visit,
you better be prepared.

You felt into my hands,
but there was nothing I could do.