At my sick bed, at my side

At 70, weaker in strength

Duller in memory than I

She has done it

Over and over again

And now feels no pain

She has done it

What she has ever protected

her gain

In silent whispers

In the echoes of the present

You are all I have,

don’t put me to shame

They will laugh at us,

just put a little in your mouth

At the entrance of my life still calling

Fight on “Brother”

Fight for that life