That Christmas

My baby girl is dying
She's got it real bad.
The cancer in her blood
has stolen her childhood.

My baby needs chemo
She needs it to live
She needs a chance
She will have a chance.

Why is chemo
so goddamn expensive?
Why are crack and heroine cheaper
that the liquid fire
they need to pump into my baby's arms.

I cannot pay
for the chemicals.
I cannot afford to save my girl.
That fact is tearing me up.

I'm running
running through the street
The bankers yelling behind me
and I am running.

I will save my baby
I will find a way.
There is the money
honestly, the bank doesn't need this.

I need this!
I need to help my baby!
So I'm running.
As far as I can.

My baby is dying
They took back the money
They took me here
Rotting away
while my baby slowly dies.

It is Christmas day.
I am waiting for my family
but I know they will not come.

I am waiting here
just hoping.
Hopping they will see
I did this for them.
I wanted to save my baby.

It is Christmas day.
I am alone in jail
and all I see
is cold grey stone
cold grey metal bars
cold grey reality.