When I look deep at
her smile
When she wakes and
sees me too
On my heel, prepared
to set sail
The joy that I will
come back
Tells her that all
is not lost
She is at her best
Although my
complaint never showed that I saw it all:
Her best.
Her hands in water
Will wear away for
my sake
Her little strength
Me to satisfy, my
stomach to fill
I must not fail her
But long life I ask
For her to see this
hope
This light in my
hand
She has turned into
perpetual light of day
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