There is nothing we can do

When she is hungry
We can buy her food
When she can't swallow even a morsel
There's nothing we can do

When she is in pain
We can feed her pills
But when she is hurting
There's really nothing we can do

When she can walk
We can hold her hands
But when her legs can't hold her weight
There's nothing we can do

When she can talk
We can listen to her thoughts
But when she is caught in a silent reverie
There's absolutely nothing we can do

When she cries
We can wipe her tears
But when she talks about her death
There's sadly nothing we can do

Does she..
Remember the plaster?
Which heals everything and anything?
Which makes us feel better?
Eventhough we were still bleeding?

How come the children don't have THE plaster?
Why are we are so helpless?
When she did so much, never for herself
But for us, for him, for them

What about her?
Where is her plaster?