The Sickness
My uncle was diagnosed with a bacterial infection today. Its killed 94 people in the past 2 years. It is really bad and has no cure so far. I hope he does get better.A diease attacks, without a cure.
No docters have found one that is for sure.
It strikes the hearts of everyone,
They greive knowing that their time is done.
We struggle to get through each day,
Wondering if they are ok.
Will they make it to see the morning light,
Or will they slip away into the night.
But we must keep our spirits high,
Cause hope might just pass us by.
If we grab hold of it and hold it tight,
We might win this awfull fight.
No docters have found one that is for sure.
It strikes the hearts of everyone,
They greive knowing that their time is done.
We struggle to get through each day,
Wondering if they are ok.
Will they make it to see the morning light,
Or will they slip away into the night.
But we must keep our spirits high,
Cause hope might just pass us by.
If we grab hold of it and hold it tight,
We might win this awfull fight.
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