It's hard to think of you,
The temp'rature constantly comes and goes,
I forget the poor, too
The child soldier that's existing right now,
S'drowned out by my coughing,
I'd lift fingers to help my fellow man,
If I wasn't restricted to resting,
The world around me'd be a better place,
If I had energy,
If I felt clear-headed when I stood up,
You could climb up on me.
It ain't like that,
My body has said so,
But if you come back in a little while,
I'll have everything above on the go.
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