During Your final years my darling
I couldn't help to be unceasingly crying
I would not care if all our money runs out
As long as it prolongs your life
And it was extended to two years
Years of lying side by side
Silence between us convey the love
For each other that your illness can't defeat
Now with the sound of the music in your radio
I pretend that it is all coming from you
You refused to be less than a man
Refusing doctor's orders
That you will be reduced to be an invalid
Refusing your tongue to be cut
Nor put a whole in your stomach
At the end you turned out to be the victor
Dying in God's grace quietly with His blessing
And a decent burial attended by so many friends
A man of few words loved by everybody
Now I believe you are in Heaven trying to protect me
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