Power of Illness
Her blood was filled with viruses,
and nothing could be done.
Passed without me even knowing how it came about.
Left with sorrow
and questioning if
I'll make to the morrow
Tender age made me naive,
and easy to fool but now that know
what to blame,
A wish is all I have,
I want my mother back to
Do what she had always wanted
So she'll see me graduate.
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