Caricamento in corso...

Precious him...

And so he’s ill, frail and weak,
My heart is shattered, past memories I seek,
Weekends in London, plays and shows,
Standing for hours, for photos we’d pose.
 
Now as he lays there, vulnerable and alone,
All I want is to hug him and bring him home,
But they all say no and they are right of course,
He needs to be stronger, no need for remorse.
 
My emotions are high, I push them away,
My barriers go up, to save myself each day,
I get on with life, but my heart is aching,
Don’t know how to deal with this, I’m breaking.
 
But as long as he needs me, I’ll put on a smile,
Even though it hurts, and may take me a while.
And so we will laugh and cry our sadness away,
share our memories once more,
until the end of the day.

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