Little Sarah, last night you got it bad
In that moment you could barely even add up two or three reasons why you're glad
And I guess that's why you grabbed your pen and pad
It was 6:14 and you could barely even read
All the words you'd written down of why it was time for you to leave
Your phone was on the ground and you could barely hear it ring
Couldn't even hear a sound, couldn't feel a single thing
Now, it's 6:15 and you're on your knees, blood is on your sleeves
And your lungs won't breathe, eyes are watering, body's shivering 
And you're wondering what is happening
Now, it's 6:23, and they're on their knees, begging Jesus please 
Can you make her breathe
'Cause they finally see what was happening underneath their nose 
And underneath your sleeves