Testo Chemotherapy - Michael Seyer

Chemotherapy

Dad waking up by my side
Sleeping off the pain
All the same, every day
Thinning in the face
And I’m there, can’t do much
But clutch on my guitar
«Play a song, my dear son»
He says to me
Wish I could go through the things that cause you pain
Wish I’d let go of worldly things that often change
Wish I could go through the things that cause you pain
Wish I could go with you to chemo
Dad staying up for too long
Stronger by each day
You should see it, he looks great
His room is where I wait
To be there, can’t do much
But brush on my guitar
«Play a song, my dear son»
He says to me
Wish I could go through the things that cause you pain
Wish I’d let go of worldly things that often change
Wish I could go through the things that cause you pain
Wish I could go with you to chemo