Stolen

Who can make sense of circumstance?

When weeping skies interrupted the dance

Existence has been fragmented by time

Stolen from a child so young, so divine

Time passes so swiftly and cool

And takes with it no matter how cruel

Souls are shaken to the heart

But sickness will flee, the bleak will part

Revealing a child so full of peace

It’s your time little one for the aching to cease

Courage

Who knows the answer to this discriminatory pain?

Knowing things and circumstances can never be the same

Courage, when fear tugs at your soul

Never give into the immobilizing cold

Anguish fills your heart which once had no fear

Why have you been allotted so much to bear?

Courage is your voice, when words perceive no sound

Step into the light, and forever hold your ground

Your soul is in motion forever in time

Life is on your side, etched in your mind

Your happiness is insurmountable for the world to see

When your precious child has made an overwhelming recovery

Tears

Tears like rain, falling from the sky

Each teardrop embodies the question why

The epitome of beauty, so young and so innocent

Why oh source this darkness abruptly sent

Who do you decide on to inflict so much pain

Why do you do this, what do you gain

A child so tender, compelled to endure so much

The rain will cease, the dawn it will heal with a gentle touch

A fearless child, so blissful and free

Will run like the wind for all whom love her to see

Cancer

Cancer, you’re so cruel with your malicious intent,

Cancer, you’re twisted, you’re warped and so bent

Whom do you choose when you come out today

Why point a finger in such a wicked depraved way

What makes you conclude who should die or should live?

The souls of the old, the souls of the young

Why do you sing this song that you’ve sung?

Over and over taking the essence and spirit

Of the innocent, the virtuous, the hopeful who live in it

You’re spiteful, you’re greedy, and always have your way

You’ll be measured, reprimanded and chastised one day

Oh how we’ll rejoice every minute, every breath

You’ll reek, and you’ll scream; now it’s your death

Angry

Angry, enraged, these emotions you feel,

A child lying perilously sick is so real

Her eyes depict a myriad of questions

Such agony, such pain, too numerous to mention

Why does this come to pass to a child so young?

So sick, so sad, and her life not yet begun

Such a young girl whose body is aching

So why higher source are you just taking and taking

Its time to allocate peace and serenity

To an astonishing family who has had torment a plenty