Cope

Quadriplegic saints, your heart is full of gold
A fulfilling life, stand strong and always bold
A companion through life, your memories I hold
But the hand's of death wait for no one

And in the shadow of the week when only memories remain
I hold the guilt of watching you plagued

I cursed the shy when we payed you down!



Credits
Writer(s): Diego Díaz
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