This illness, it is hanging on to me.. making it hard to breathe
No matter which way I sit or lie there comes to me no relief
The cough continues to strain my throat and the scars begin to appear
Help me dearest angels through all this stuff this lingering bug I fear
The room it keeps turning all around and my eyes are watering away
I have so much I would like to do but the bed is where I have to stay
It hurts me much to take my drinks and the water is not so cold
This flu has hit so many folks the young ones as much as the old
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