Diseases

Fighting,
Fighting,
Can't fight no more,
It's winning the game,
A game I don't want to play anymore,
My bodies weak,
Sometimes I don't want to move,
But my job as a wife,
And a mother,
Is what makes me fight through,
The love of my life,
And others around me,
Thank god,
For giving things to me,
Day to day,
Night after night,
I'm blessed for another beautiful day,
In this ordeal,
They call life....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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