Helpless
Doctors make their routine rounds each day
Well-meaning zealots come in the room to pray
I sit here sharing tears with you
I wish there was more that I could do
To fight the cancer, they can do no more
Your body has lost this hard-fought war
There is no other course we can pursue
I wish there was more that I could do
You are far too young to leave this world
How can I carry on without my girl
I would do anything to help pull you through
I wish there was more that I could do
I watched you release your last breath
No miracles were left to ward off death
One last kiss before the final adieu
I wish there was more that I could do
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014
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