The ICU, is where people lay.
They sit and wait for that day.
The day when they'll meet the Father.
They trust and greet him with out a bother.
I feel like I'm in an ICU.
Not waiting to die, but seeing I grew.
There's an ICU in my heart.
How to explain it, it' hard to start.
It's a play on words you could say.
It's really quite corny, I thought so today.
For my ICU isn't what it seems.
It's more when I see you, in my dreams.
Because every time I see you,
I smile and think.
My heart's chain was broken,
You are its missing link.
Every time I see you,
I tear up and cry,
'Cause God sent me an angel.
To make my heart fly.
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Written March 2nd, 2004
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