Isolated the days pass
Taking tablets and capsules
Reading the thermometer
And oximeter, anxious for a cure
Things can change in a moment
Hope can turn to despair
A little mistake here and there
And death will be at the door
A moment fear grips the heart
The next moment it all pass
Steady hands take the oars
To row into tomorrow
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