Testing the strong ones by Stewart Copeland
There's an angel by your hospital bed
desparate to hear his name on your breath
As he looks down you're not making a sound
Open your eyes and look at me
I'll bring to you whatever you need
I'll tell you I'm sorry that I can't take this pain away from you
I'd put it on my own body if I knew how to, can't you see?
I've got to bust you out of here somehow
I've never seen your heart this tired
I've never seen your spirit held down
I know that you say, "this is what you get for being a bad child."
But I know this will be your reward in just a little while
It's testing the strong ones
It's scarring the beautiful ones
It's holding the loved ones one last time