The disease knocked on our door
Now we must fight it
Without being dominated
And above all it is necessary to keep the morale.
It’s very hard not to cry
About what has just happened to us
The fear of a day seeing my father leave
Is painful and unreal ..
My heart is crying and my eyes are bleeding
I hate deep inside me
I want to take his pain
To relieve him of his illness.
It is believed that it only happens to others
But it is only illusion
It’s hard to get a slap
From which there will be sequelae ..
He cries for his pains
And me of my hatred
He cries for his illness
And me of my fear ..
Rise is to decide
Let me replace you
I’ll take your pain
So that you can find happiness again.