Another day, another dose,
What does she want to see?
On her list, sights wanted most,
Until her soul, flutters free.
Another autumn, with red leaves,
A chance to smile beneath the sun,
Another picnic beneath the trees,
All these things from Ten till One.
To travel the world, and see the land,
And feel every scent and sight,
To feel beneath her feet, the sand,
But for her time, she must now fight.
Hold my hand, until the end,
And tell me all these things,
There is no gift that I can send,
From this light, filled with wings,
No more sickness, cough or cold,
A gentle voice inside her ear,
Someone there to love and hold,
To take away her bitter fear.
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