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I lie in here, beside the whitewashed wall, My hair is gone, my head is bald, The room is sterile and it's very cold, Wish you were here, Dad, I need someone to hold. I can't breathe, I'm on a machine, It goes whirr and click, it's such a din, I've got lung cancer, it's all black inside, When Mom says smoking causes cancer, Dad, I think she lied. I never lit up, even when you did, I just sat next to you, a small little kid, You huffed and puffed through your life, Dad, And Mom always looked so very sad. My friends asked me to smoke, but I never did, Because Mom told me from young: smoking is stupid, It soots up your lungs and blackens your teeth, So when I see a smoker, Dad, I anger and seethe. You smoked two packs a day but you're still healthy and strong, I hate smokers, Dad, but I never thought you wrong, I love you, Dad, I always sat next to you, And I know that you always loved me too. The room here is cold, I see you through the glass, And I think back to long ago, Dad, of times past, Of the memories, I recall as much as I can, There's always been a cigarette, Dad, stuck inside your hand. I remember the fun things, Dad, all the times we had, But as I look at you from here, you look so very sad, You're not smoking, Dad, no cigarette I can see on you, Maybe it's just the hospital, and this is the ICU. My breathing becomes labored, I don't think I'll live, Well, I tried my best, I gave all I had to give, But one thing, Dad, I cannot comprehend, I'm not a smoker, so why is my life about to end?