She's lying in ICU Connected to God knows how many machines She's so sick and she is so old How much longer can she hold on? I've expected too much from her already This happened before And in the showerer I prayed to God To take her if she was ready Instead of washing my own hair I went the the hospitle all dirty She made it then But the years have passed She's so frail And while I watch my grandmother Slip into a world that I don't belong in I understand that I am stronger From the loss that is about to occurBirth sign: Libra
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