Laid out on a stretcher

My shaky hand gripped your hand in that ambulance. I squeezed that gloved hand like my life depended on it. Because Lord, it sure did. And I know you was only working and doing your job, being so good and patient with me. I probably looked like I seen a booger or a ghost, and was pale as such too. But you asked me my name and you told me, “Sweetheart, we’re gonna get you there soon.” I was dying, I knew I was, but wasn’t alone. You were loving me right then. I asked you your name, and it was Adam. The sweetest name I ever heard. That good man taking me somewhere safe, just ’cause it was his job. Now it’s quiet, and I know there’s nothing more for me to do but keep going towards that safe, warm place all them that love me was leading me.