Patience, has to be my friend,
As my face, must still pretend
That all, is well for me,
Showing not to you, my agony,
Of watching, this life of ours,
Fade from view, like wilted flowers.
Patience, has to be my friend,
As my face, must still pretend
That all, is well for me,
Showing not to you, my agony,
Of watching, this life of ours,
Fade from view, like wilted flowers.