The Best of Me
I can’t believe I’m leaving,
I can’t believe the news.
When you least expect it,
Cancer gets the best of you.
There’s so much to live for,
And so much I didn’t see.
I was wishing for a cure;
My dreams I will never be.
This isn’t the first loss,
Cancer came to take.
I’ve wished for many nights,
That this was a mistake.
I wished upon a star,
That I could live happy.
In the middle of my dreams,
Cancer got the best of me.
For the millions of lives cancer takes away from us yearly!
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2008
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