Sickness has taken over my house
And its roof and walls are rumbling;
People outside are dying too,
And the world beside is crumbling.
I strain to let go of bowels;
But there is no strength left to strain;
My body seems to give up;
I am weakened by all this pain.
Doctors can only do so much;
Medicines have all been tried;
Yet this feeble breath that rallies
Tells me soft, you have not yet died.
Hearts Still Care 