May This Night Passes By...

The syringe has got blunt & saline all soaked up.
The flesh is all rotten and body sinking in cough syrup.
These walls are sickening and tears all dwelled up.
And the medications keep coming like teardrops in a cup.

And there she rests, my little angel in disguise.
That made me what I am today, strong, honest & wise.
Her coughs don't stop but she still tries to be nice.
As if I m gonna still believe her bad little lies.

She suffers all the pain by herself with a smile.
And she never lets me know what hurts her for a while.
Her face is pale and her hands are swollen.
Like the maple leaves in winters, all downfallen.

Deep are her wounds and raw are her scars.
But her eyes still shine, bright like a shooting star.
In the midst of the darkness, I wish to see the sunlight.
And may the blessings showers and this night passes by!