My life seemed mundane until I was told
That chances were I'd never grow old
A cell has changed and now I have cancer
- “Can you cure it?” I asked, and “No” was the answer
Tick tock tick tock
It seems so surreal and all a mistake
Sleep eludes me at night, fear keeps me awake
Surrounded by loved ones yet I feel so alone
My cancer is terminal and a cure is unknown
The hands are spinning on the clock
I have my Oncologist and he’s aware of my fears
He offers me hope, perhaps months, maybe
years
And now I'm on chemo it drips into my veins
It’s all about living and the time I will gain
Tick tock tick tock
The hands are spinning on the clock
I completed my schedule, and I paid the
price
And my months of chemo was a roll of the
dice
I'd hoped for remission, but soon I would see
Remissions for the lucky, but I guess not for me.
Tick tock tick tock
The hands are spinning on the clock
My time is now precious, as I know it
will end
I share it with loved ones and on those I depend
But unless there’s a miracle, I’ll soon
say goodbye
Released from this body yet still asking "Why?"
Tick tock tick tock
The hands are spinning on the clock
Don't Forget Me
Don't Forget Me
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