My Mom
 In your eyes I see the pain,
Slowly the tears roll down, they won't refrain.

I look down to the floor as if I'm hiding,
As I whisper, "Mom keep fighting. Keep fighting."

As I reach for your hand so strong yet so weak,
I notice the paleness in each cheek.

I am so afraid what do I do?

I can only pray God will guide us through.

I lean over to kiss you goodnight.
Darkness lingers when I turn out the light.

As I walk out I look back through the glass.
        “Please don't give up mom.”

Composed by: - BITTU SONI


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