(My mother is in the hospital with pancreatic cancer; this is how I cope.)

Blood of the Rose by The Dear Hunter

Dance, dance your decay all the while, unknowing youre led astray
Sleep, sleep through your woe while your voice slowly withers and melts away

Sing unto me the pleasure and pain
Reveal to me the reasons my loves not in vain

Sangre, sangre de la rosa
Sigue en paz sin el pasado
Rece, rece por su alma
Ella morirá en el bautismo del fuego

Sing unto me the pleasure and pain
Reveal to me the reasons my loves not in vain

The world burns but still we breathe...
The iron chambered heart a seive that sifts through honest elegance and suffers from the wrong defense