I hold your frail hands lovingly within mine.  Oh the stories they could tell.  Everyday is a struggle for you but worry not my loves for I shall be the roots that hold you strong.  Oh the stories you could tell.  Stolen memories silenced by disease.  Wrinkled eyes and wrinkled smiles oh the stories they could tell. Everyday my loves I will stand by you, I will be the branches to your tree as this disease steals you.   Oh the stories I will tell.