Strong
Her face was pale
Barelybreathing,
Barely holding on
She lays on the bed sobbing
No one to go to,
No one to call home
Reaching for the light
It’s so bright like a lightbulb.
Wanting her to feel all right
I stand big and tall.
No more excuses.
No more cries
I just want her feel all right.
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