Chemo
All she can do is lie there and rest,
militant for life. She's trying her best.
Despite my life for which she had gave,
I would take mine if hers I could save.
Her strong will to be present, so all can see.
God, please help her, for I believe.
Wail!!
That day in Autumn had finally came.
The anniversary of my birth,
and I'll never feel the same.
Love's relic for my heart she had filled.
Remember her always. I know I will.
So do I believe? It's hard to say,
because the one I loved had faded away.
Ten Years
Ten years since you left us behind.
Dad and Brother Bill are doing just fine.
Our love for one another is what keeps us so close.
But the love that you gave us, is what we miss the most.
Dad lost faith in me, and I'm not sure why.
Maybe it's because he sees life through one eye.
If he'd open the other, he'd quickly see
the ambition and potential that you saw in me,
to stay true to what I believe,
to let my mind be free,
and only then will I be able to succeed.
It's ten years since you left me behind,
with no one to talk to, I'm losing my mind.
Or lost it. How would I know?
I hide it so well. I'll never let it show.
So much passion, so much drive,
it's not my mind I'm losing, but the will to survive.
I'm tired of the fight, the struggle, I'm through,
I'll test my dedication until I turn blue.
One more shade, and I'll be holding you.
I miss you, Mother.
You had come and you had passed.
Ten years had gone. They gone so fast.
Ten years since you left me this way,
scared and alone. There's nothing more to say.
Being Me
But I'm tired of living this way.
Me versus the world, day after day.
And I'm tired of fighting the system.
There's the right path, so quit resisting.
And I'm tired of feeling like I just want to quit.
You've got to understand that's hard for me to admit.
I'm tired of being here.
I just want to make that very clear.
The stage before success, this stage is more difficult than all the rest.
But I will stay focused and outsmart them all.
I will always keep climbing and never fall.
Because I love me and being me,
and there's nothing else that I'd want to be.
I try to do what I'm supposed to do,
and that's not who I want to be.
So what's the problem? Success is in sight.
Wait, there's no problem. I just begun to fight.
And that's just me being me.
That's all I know, and that's all I'll ever be.
