Broken me and broken you.
What am I supposed to do?
Wait for you to fix yourself....
...while I go on like nothing's wrong
...before too long we're gone
and then, the chance has slipped us by.

You cry for you.
I cry for me.
We both cry for the wee ones.

Babies grow and mothers die.
What then my love?
What then?

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