In the hands of a child she struggles to speak
In the hands of a child she falls to her feet
and weeps
In the hands of a child she struggles to her feet
In the hand of a child she struggles to speak
In the hands of a child she struggles to sleep
In the hands of a child she begins to weep
In the hands of a child she she struggles to speak
In the hands of a child she leaves
In the hands of a child she slips away in to a sleep
In the hands of a child she leaves.
In the hands of a child she's a prisoner to her body
In the hands of a child she fights for her life
in the hands of a child she slowly dies
A/N um yeah, I got the inspiration for this from my neighbour who recently died, she had dementia and I thought it would be interesting to consider things from her view.
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