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.