I struggle to live and breathe when I see,
The love that you have for the broken, sad me.
In spite of my pain, you touch me and say,
I love you, my mom,I’m here,It’s OK.
if only you had what you really need.
Your brother alive and the mom I should be.
Hold my hand, my sweet baby, so I won’t slip away.
There’s part of him in you,and both want me to stay.
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