When the sick man began to submit,

Those around him began to realize,

But Mother said to be compassionate.

It started with an argument.

In my eyes he was penalized.

When the sick man began to submit.

I didn’t understand why Mother would permit.

I tried not to, but my dreams demonized.

But Mother said to be compassionate.

Everything became disproportionate.

It was Mother I would idolize,

When the sick man began to submit.

I became impertinent.

In my spare time I would idealize.

But Mother said to be compassionate.

Eventually I was forced to admit,

Daddy was compromised.

When the sick man had to submit,

Mother said to be compassionate.