FIGHTING BATTLES

 
Will Cancer cause the death of me?
Growing inside where no one can see.
For it took away my brother younger than me,
growing inside him where no one could see.
It took away my dad and his brother as well,
growing inside them where no one could tell.
Their dad’s brother too was to die the same way.
Does it live in our family tree? Who can say.
I’ve beaten it once when it threatened my life.
When it couldn’t hide from the surgeons knife.
But the threat’s always there hanging over me,
growing inside me where no one can see.
Dormant. Hiding there. Ready to pounce.
 Sapping my strength when I need every ounce.
I can’t fight forever, I haven’t the thirst.
Is the only way to win to let it kill me first?
To take it to my grave and bury it with me,
so it can’t grow inside me where no one can see.
If it needs me to survive, to still be around,
and I’m dead and buried deep in the ground,
this thing will die too, down there with me,
no longer growing where no one can see.
But I’m not ready just yet to pay for my sins.
If I pay with my life then the cancer wins.
To give in that easy I wouldn’t be a man,
so I will fight on as long as I can.
To beat this thing that’s trying to kill me
Growing inside me where no one can see