Call the doctor if you will

I think this virgin is very ill.

There is no pulse that I can feel

I am wondering if she is real.

This relationship is coming to an end

I don't think she will ever mend.

Not even a flicker of hope do I see

So just call the undertaker for me.

Pull the door when you leave

Because she really didn't believe.

Cold and silent in the grave

I wonder how she can be saved.

Too late now to get a pulse

I can't get any results.

She came from the ashes of the past,

But for some reason she didn't last.

Cover the grave with earthen soil

It is the end of all of her toil.

Only God could raise this one

Only by God could revival come.

So bow your head and pray