The Mouse sat in the corner,
Not where it was supposed to be.
A frightened, little Mouse,
Much like you and me.
His world was quite different
And he thought he should flee,
But the warmth was better here,
Than life outside, under the tree.
I sit here in the chair
with my hands to my head.
I wonder why, in this land
that fate brought pain to thee.
I relish every moment,
we have in this, our life
and dread the day that it' gone
for you are my inspiration
of what I now do.
What will I be without you?
I feel the pain lodged in my head
are of anguish and the dread
of worried concern; what must be said
about the future of the days ahead.
I must stay healthy and care for you
even if it's the last thing I do.