You Are Very Mean Mr Hemo Machine
You are very mean mr hemo machine
>although you keep my blood very clean,
>you beat me out to the point of despair
>sometimes i think you don’t even care...
>
>but i won’t let you get to me
>there will come a day ill cut free
>from the sticking of needles, day by day
>that feel like pitch forks, poking at hay...
>
>you treat me so bad, but you keep me alive
>so i guess that i owe you, for now
>someday soon I’ll be free from you
>i will wait, til gods time will allow
>
>my miracle will be here so very soon
>and with the help of my friends
>and all their moral support they give
>i can fight and fight til the end....
>
>
>so mr hemo machine, don’t think you have won
>i have faith enough to hold on
>and waits til gods timing is done....
>
>written by ann hart nov 23,2002 copyrighted
Copyright © Ann Hart | Year Posted 2008
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