A View Of The "C"
Don't tell me you're ill I don't want to hear That cancer has got you For I need you here! I cope with the news As you're the ill one Every appointment you have I wish for "it's gone" You begin the treatment To make you well But chemo's a bastard It drags you through hell! I'm here for you Every step of the way Wishing that I could Take this away On the ward we are And I'm so sad Too many people Feeling so bad Watching the drip Go into your vein The affects are coming Like a downpour of rain You shiver and shake Sweat and get pains Sickness and fevers From the poisons you take Give me those meds! Let me take this for you If only I could Would be a dream come true To stop you suffering And being a worn out soul I'd give anything for this I'd sell all the world's gold The evil C Doesn't care who it robs From royals to paupers And models to slobs Money doesn't matter It won't make you safe From an evil disease That takes li