The brother silenced by disease lies still
Like a cat lies in the hedge awaiting death
Where are his choices, where his powerful will?
Freedom’s an illusion we distil
He felt he had free choices on his path
Oh,brother frozen by disease be still
To the strongest , losing choice is hell
But death will come despite our crashing wrath
There are few choices, little we can will
The lowly lean on God when they are ill
Like Jesu did, they bear their heavy cross
Oh brother will your frozen muscles kill?
Only rich folk ask to be fulfilled
They have their own wishes as their boss
Accepting all we die.sweet animals
He’s left it late to act , which man can choose
To find the ghostly fire where burns the rose?
The soul prepares and bears the body still
We only choose our attitude , go well