Dripping tears as cleansed blood drips in
Fighting the cancer, a chance to win
The pain of the needle, the pain of the fright
I can only hold her with all of my might.
What makes one die and the other one live?
A passion for life, the want to give?
Is your life force strong; your will tight?
I wonder as I hold you through the night.
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