Open Mic: Angel wings

Things just aren't right, solem discussions with my wife/
Desicions to go under tha knife, to trade a life for a life/
Livin' through strife, my son needs both kidneys to live/
Donor match I is, made tha bid, to save my kid/
Preperations are made, I kiss my wife and say I love you/
I'll always be above you, when you feel tha warmth I hugged you/
Leave all my possesions to my family, will dated and I sign/
My wife she cries, drugs runnin' through my viens slowly I'm dyin'/
I see myself lyin' in bed, my son right next and doctors workin'/
It's funny there is no hurtin', this pleasent feelin' left me uncertain/
Nurses hand over scalpels, incisions made and blood is drawn/
It seems tha worst is gone, realizin' I'm in tha land beyond/
They're workin' frantically, time againts them its of tha essence/
Son this is my blessin', but somethin' has tha doctors guessin'/
Lookin' at my son muscles flexin', yet its way too early for infection/
Nurses, doctors runnin' stressin', complications is what there testin'/
Monitors jumpin' all over, paddles bein' brought out to begin' to shock/
Lord ya wouldn't do this God, in a few seconds I hear tha pop/
His heart has finally stopped, dead and limp I begin to choke/
Tryn' to let tears go they won't, I'm stuck here as a ghost/
Wifes in tha other room, doctors comin' over to bring her tha news/
I can see it in her face it turns blue, "Your Fuckin' Lyin'!", Ma'am its true/
Tryin' console her fly right through, angels wings spread I flew/
I apologize to my son........"Its Okay Dad..........., I'm with you.