For Little Sunshine, I Fight To Stay Alive!
How many more…
Days and nights I must stay,
Inside this howling building, where
I pray alone, and
Waiting for my little morning sunshine?
How many more…
“How are you, today?” I need
To hear,
From faceless souls,
Telling me not to cry or fear?
Ahh, my health’s been crumpled,
But, not my spirits;
Thou I feel bereft and in pain,
I surrender not;
Come on Doc; pump this Cancer out of me!
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