As I Look In The Mirror
And New Lines Appear,
I Ask Myself, Why Am I Here?
Three Years Ago
As I Lay Dying In Bed,
The Doctors All Thought
By Now I'd Be Dead.
My Family Was There
Looking Somber And Sad,
How Could This All Have
Turned Out So Bad?
One Month Before
I Was Performing On Stage,
Not Looking Or Feeling
Even Close To My Age.
I Had Big Plans,
The Future Looked Bright,
But I Knew In My Heart,
Something Just Wasn't Right.
I Quickly Began To
Search For The Answer.
When It Came It Was Bad.
My Dear, You Have Cancer.
Three Years Have Passed
And I've Let Go Of The Fear.
But Still Ask The Big Question,
WHY AM I HERE?
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