You wake up hurting
You sleep with pain
It breaks my heart π
You never complain
I wish I can take your pain so far
Put it away and lock it in a jar
I wish I can be you even for a day
Free you from illness and take it away
I see you suffering
I know you're ill
But most important
You have the will
The will to live
The will to endure
Believing that life
Is only a tour
I know you will get better
And get a reward
For keeping your faith
And trusting the Lord
Amal πππ
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