Not My Time
Hollowed eyes, hairless heads
Fight the demon, Cancer
Shocked lives turned upside down
Reach out to find a cure
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Why you ask, endure it,
Treatment that can kill?
Because it’s not my time
To leave the ones I love
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Time, a gift, is precious
Time to spend with you
Time to finish lessons
Time to save my soul
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Earthly angels help us
Guides in whites and scrubs
Heal mind, soul and body
From early morn to dark
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The hollowed eye brigade
With lion hearts persist
To wage a war for health
Because it’s not our time.
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