Lost her strength on a Saturday,
Spent the day in bed.
Yeah, I’m fine; it’s just the flu she said, with a smile,
But when they turned their backs,
The tears would flow.
She knew she only had a while, to live,
To breathe, to be, to see, to bleed,
To stand on her own two weakened feet,
“And so I pray everyday: don’t take my mother away”