Rulings come around from the high courts on down
With the dramatic pound of the gavel
They deny all appeals to reverse legal wheels
In The Saga Of Doomed Terri Schiavo...

She has lain fifteen years..showing smiles, but no tears
Now a caring World bows it's head lowly
The tubes to give food and water have been removed
Leaving her to starve to death slowly...

She was once, just a wife..with an everyday life
Washing clothes, sweeping floors, frying chicken
Attractive and young, but life's fragiley strung
In the blink of an eye she was stricken...

An unknown strain blocked blood to her brain
Doctor's blame Bulemia history
The condition was rare, and quick to impair
Somewhat of a medical mystery

A husband's still there..all these years..does he care?
Is it fair to shout, Boo's and not Bravo?
Claims to speak for her voice, and to die is her choice
In The Saga Of Doomed Terri Schiavo...

Congress even came out, but soon turned about,
When public opinion was swaying
And celebrities fixed themselves in the mix
Is it real, or for fame, are they playing?

President George took the reins and forged
A new law, but the courts did not follow
Brother Governor Jeb tried to slow down the ebb
But soon all attempts became hollow

Courts must have their say the constituitional way
It's right as the flags we are flying
Still, when there's no crime, should a judge choose our time,
And decide if we're living or dying?

If anyone knows where the love of God goes
Perhaps, Terri will when she passes
With her last breath that day, to herself, she may say
Death was worth it to silence the masses...

Rulings come around from the high courts on down
With the heartbreaking sound of the gavel
They deny all appeals to reverse legal wheels
In The Saga Of Doomed Terri Schiavo...