Your illness
robbed you
of your lifeAnd it
robbed me
of my mindYour death
still cuts me
like a knifeSo to
madness I’m
now inclined
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Your illness
robbed you
of your lifeAnd it
robbed me
of my mindYour death
still cuts me
like a knifeSo to
madness I’m
now inclined