He went limp and somehow I was near enough
To catch him and break his fall 
He started shaking so I shook him 
And his name, out loud, I called
And I wiped the thick mucus from his mouth 
And I began to cry 
His year old head wobbled some 
I did not know the reason or why
But his eyes caught mine in time 
For me to stop crying and see 
I had to be strong - I had to hold on
My warrior needed me 

Amaru is constantly shaking.

He goes limp and I am not near enough 
To catch him and break his fall
I can feel the shaking - can he feel the breaking 
Of my heart - my sun - my all 
I'm not there to cradle him 
And wipe the thick mucus from his mouth 
Or stroke his five-year-old head
I feel part dead or just part myself
Not the whole 'cause in my soul
I can feel deep enough to see 
That I have to get back - in place - in tact 
'cause my warrior needs me 

Amaru shakes sometime.
 
And I know he won't go limp
so no one can get close enough to break his fall
'cause he is used to the shaking - the medicine - the breaking 
of his pride - his will - his all 
'cause I can't always cradle him 
and wipe the thick mucus from his mouth 
'cause my baby will grow up 
and have to handle this world for himself
the falling - the shaking - the crying - the aching 
he will outgrow in time 
but until then will it be sin 
for me to claim the pain that is rightfully mine 

But Amaru won't be shaken!