I open my eyes searching for the voice that's telling me that I'm still alive Your hand squeezing mine Yes, I did survive! Your eyes never leaving mine Another hand stroking my hair I'm trying to speak but theres no sound, not a word I'm still to weak to make myself heard I feel your fingers on my lips "Ssssh, don't try to talk" The image of your face is fading Sleep is taking me away But I don't mind because you will be here When I open my eyes again on a brandnew dayBirth sign: Cancer
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