When she was sick she drunk tea,
lay in bed, had two pillows at her head.
She closed her eyes, dreamed her joys,
saw her heart beside her lay,
felt the sun in her cells all day.
She climbed the hills, swam in the seas,
fell in love more than once
the pain so deep inside her bones.
She wanted to live,
though half the people in her life have gone.
She wanted to live
to see his eyes, to smell his skin
to hear her heart inside his.