I'm not sure what I should say or what I should do
for a while my poetry is going to sound quite blue
you see I am feeling quite ill
so much pain so much anguish no help from my pill
I have so much thought about the other side
it is so hard to keep my fear inside
to my children I keep telling the lie
I keep telling them I will be here will not die
you can't help but feel sorry for them
they lost their mother when they were three
and somehow they know they are going to lose me
I go down and sit by the Bay
hoping tomorrow will be a better day