Can I Carry Your Pain.

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Give me your ache to experience useful,
allow me convey your unhappiness although it overcomes me.
Let my eyes be moist with tears;
Let me, Father, lie down through your side.
Let it's my hand that looks after yours
In those final hours that ache me so much.
Pass me the affliction of your worn-out lungs,
do now no longer allow your frame experience the restlessness,
of the darkish sleep of your slumbering veins.
Give me, me who nonetheless can,
the shattering pressure of that homicidal charge:
the blood sample, the oxygen pump,
the antibiotics, the murderous pang.
Give me your struggling in order that your adventure can be peaceful,
and to justify the shadow I actually have become.
Please, father, allow me die for you
or at the least die with you...