Everybody enjoys the holidays
Tear drops are running down my face
Helpless he lies in the bed
His immovableness makes me sad
Suffering seven weeks long
There must be something wrong
Oh Lord, tell me, is there a sense
Behind the hospital fence?
Why must he suffer so many days?
There is less hope in his pale face
He’s such a lovable old man
He won’t see the sun rays again
Why don’t You take him?
Why do You prolong his suffering?
Why don’t You grant him Your mercy?
He needs You, can’t You see?
It’s strange how many relatives he’s got now
Through the seven weeks they didn’t share his sorrow
But there he would have needed them all
Nobody visited him, they all let him fall
Now they pretend love at his grave
But that’s no proof of being brave
They left him in the lurch
But now they dare go to church
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