you wanted a man, you found one.
Got married, you're a wife.
Got bills to pay, need a roof over your head,
lost your job, that's life.
Got marriage problems, see a councilor,
say he threatened you with a knife.
Go back home, admit your wrong,
make up, that's life.
Feeling sick in the morning, realize
you forgot your pill, oh my!
Take a test, even two,
you're pregnant, that's life.
Hungry all the time, sick In the same,
he's not supportive, what a guy.
Your incomes aren't enough for a baby,
you beg for a raise, that's life.
He gets a promotion, baby comes on time,
so does mother in law, you fight.
But at the end of the day, you know everything will be fine
because hey, that's life.
How sick and cruel
can irony be?
When a boy was given a chance
to live again
but only to die once more.
Should death not be
until one grows old.
What about one who makes changes,
to live a longer life,
but only to die sooner?
How sick and cruel can it be?
Only as sick and cruel as it is!
Snowflakes fall outside my window,
scattering in the winter air,
piling high, reaching for the sky,
all i can do is look out and stare
raindrops fall outside my window,
dripping down like soft tears,
pitter, patter, what a sound,
to listen in and hear
Sunshine falls outside my window,
how dearly i wish to stand in the light,
but i am sick and cannot walk,
so all i can do is dream what it's like
Doctors come into the room,
racing towards my hurried breaths,
i hear them say, she'll die today,
and close my eyes to rest...
snowflakes fall outside my window,
ranindrops and sunshine does too,
but i'm not in bed, for i am dead,
and i can experience the weather like you
To all sick children, who have never been able to live life to full depths....
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