Bronze
Every morning at 3 am you started coughing
Non stop, scaring me in my sleep
Worrying me in my wake
You never woke up during those coughing spells
I would adjust the temperature
To ensure comfort
I would put the light on
To make sure you were fine
I would call your name
But you never answered
You were sleeping
Comfortably
Soothe my soul mother of life
Guide me by night father of army
Sing to me pure child
That the bad to expel
That the good to stay
Night and day never astray
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