She's sick; she'll never get better.

This disease of hers, it goes on forever.

Her body is thin, she loses her hair,

When she goes out, the people all stare.

She's always tired, always wanting sleep,

She tries to be happy, tries not to weep.

She looks weak, I know she is strong.

This sickness, it can't last long.

She has to recover, get better for me,

I don't know what I would do, if she were to leave.