This has no control
I sit here while you begin to forget the names
You have a heart full of love, it's not about the fame
You can barely walk, and have a loss of breath
We can only pray you are not close to death
Looking at your fragile bones, and sad weakened face
I can only hope you are feeling some grace
I can hear you murmor as you start to wheeze
It wont control you, fight this Alheimer's disease
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