Down the road of sorrows bend-
Where my tears they run like rain-
The ache inside will not subside…
While my soul overflows with pain;
I cannot accept this sad destiny-
But know that i have no choice-
‘Tis a taste of most bitter waste-
For my illness it has a voice;
It yells at me when i try to sleep…
It jabs at me while i am awake…
No amount of tears can erase my fears-
There ’tis no more happiness to make;
Every day ’tis a struggle and a challenge…
Never knowing whats ’round the bend…
Holding back the sorrows of my dreaded tomorrows-
Does nothing to prepare me for my end;
Each day of life that God gives unto me-
‘Tis like a gift that heaven did send-
Even in the air of my deepest despair…
I hold dear all of my family-my friends;
During this most fervent test…
Where ’tis sometimes hard to breathe-
I battled the Beast with a most Godly feast…
And thank Him for all of the gifts i have received;
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