The doctor call out that he's stable
They already got a room in the third floor
And a few days has passed he began to talk again
Every little thing that he's feeling he complain
He's wondering why he felt weak each day
He's head often aches terribly
He loss his appetite
And he can't sleep well at night
He said that he's hearth is aching because of his children
They know that he's so sick lying in the hospital
But they still manage to ask him for the piece of land meant for them
It's not his health but the piece of land is crucial
I felt sad listening to his sentiment
He have the right to know about his ailment
So that he well slowly accept his coming death
And he'll have time to settled things and the sins he can repent
Why is that your children can't think about it
They think letting you know nothing is really good for your health
Haven't they notice that you look so thin now and weak
They must let you know before it's too late.
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