I Don’t Wanna Die

In the dim light of a room, shadows cling tight, A girl faces her fate, Stage III breast cancer in sight. With courage so soft, and grace in her eyes, She endures each day as her life slowly dies. Her beauty, unspoken, her spirit so bright, Yet no one dared to love, no tender delight. Men admired her grace, but their fear held them back, Unable to see the love in her heart’s quiet track. Then from nowhere, a stranger came near, A man whose gaze was both kind and sincere. He loved her fiercely, despite her cruel fate, His love untouched by the shadows of hate. Now, as the days drift away like sand in the breeze, She sings a prayer, her heart begging please. “God, grant me more time to cherish his grace, To hold him close, to see his sweet face.” “Let not my end come before I’ve seen, More moments with him, where our love can convene. For in his arms, I’ve found what’s true, A love so deep, so pure, so new.” With each note, her plea rises high, A song of love, a soul’s desperate cry. “Give me a few more days,” she pleads in pain, “To be with him, to hold him again.” Her voice falters, a whisper in the night, A prayer of love, a final fight. In the silence that follows, tears fall free, For the love she cherishes and the life she longs to see.