Goodbye

by fran   Apr 20, 2006


To see you ill is what i dread,
in a few months you will be dead,
I take back all the bad things i have said,
i just want to lie next to you in bed.

Your illness is a nasty thing,
but sunshine in my life you bring,
you used to love to dance and sing,
my love for you Will always cling.

i will miss you when your gone,
and i will take care of your son,
you wont see the adults that we'll become,
goodbye from me and your son.

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