I am sick ,
And my disease is slowly killing me .
I can't any longer pretend that it's not going to be the end of me.
All my life I've dreamed of a life full of happiness ,
I possessed some big dreams ,
Now they all seem shattered into thousands of pieces .
Could someone in any way fix the misery sheets ?
Every night with tears, my eyes bleed.
Deep down , I bear no strength at all
The last time I was happy, never can I recall.
I still remember the day I got to know how my life would end,
I was crushed beneath the forced smile and told the world that I could fight and I have the required strength.
I promised my soul that Id make each day worthwhile ,
I accepted my fate though it was hard to comprehend.
Every morning I'd set of on a new adventure just to find a reason to smile .
But now I am growing weak,
I don't even seem to have enough energy to speak.
El amor , said the love of my life,
El amor, would you be my wife?
I said I am dying, I can't give you all that you desire,
El amor , he said, we are meant to be together, if not now then maybe in the world afterlife .
El amor , your love is all that I require.
How could I ever say no?
I am to die soon does he not know?
If only some more years from lord I could borrow,
Sad it is , that I can't do so, my life has to end and he'll be the one to face the worst sorrow.
I said el amor, yes.
And the next thing I hear is when I am in heaven,
Rest in peace , I heard him address.
