Please take those bad thoughts far away,
And remind us all you’re not afraid.
If it comes back they’ll be hell to pay once again.
It begins with one incision,
Optimistic for remission,
Maybe I’m the one who should listen more often.
So we take a knife and cut out pieces that don’t seem right.
And it takes a life, but I’m not letting it poison mine.
I remember what you said to me.
We could slow our own recovery,
If we soak up too much sympathy for ourselves.
I’m a stranger in a foreign room,
As I try my best to comfort you.
Got my fingers crossed hoping very soon this will end.