Hope is filled with your presence
Pain is expected to fade in your existence
We all have been waiting for you in patience
Yet the disaster just seems to be crescent.
Routines have been made,
Cards have been laid
But we run to your aid
As if you could raid all the pain.
Health we see by your side,
We’ve fought, we’ve cried.
Happiness is what you can provide
However, many believe, you’ve denied.