On a rocking chair you sleep again
While watching TV and I rise from
My bed not faraway from where
You are sleeping in front of this
Colored TV on a loud volume
With slowness and respect
I touch your cheek and you
Wake up rubbing your eyes
Asking me what time is it,
You have slept again and
I have to wake you up again
In this cycle of pain and unrest
It is late and the night is deep
And dark, some dogs howl
In the street another stranger
Has arrived to this town again
It is late you have to transfer
To my bed where we will again
Make a warm embrace as I tell
You, I love you as I will always will.
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