Is It Cancer
Is this my death sentence?
Will it be the end of my time?
Do I get a chance at redemption?
Am I even prepared to die?
Who decides we are too young to die
Or too old to worry?
Some people fear when it’ll happen;
Some people fear how they’ll go;
Some people fear the concept;
Some people fear the unknown.
Will this be my life story?
Why must it end so soon?
Are all those dreams I had just “dreams” now?
Will any of my wishes come true?
My life was turning around for the better;
I was starting to feel less blue.
Now everything I love is on hold
Until I get the answers I need.
Everything I dream of achieving
Is drifting further out of reach.
I’m not afraid to take my final breath
But what will happen when it comes to that?
How many years do I have left?
How can I make every moment last?
And maybe this all
Is enough to have me frightened
And running for the door.
Maybe it’s enough to leave me crying
And praying for a little more time.
But I am not easily broken –
And I will not let this waste my life.
You’ll never see proof I’ve been crying;
Let me show you how a fighter thrives.
Even if I don’t survive this,
I’m going to have a hell of a good time.
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