Cancer

She was just a little girl
In a very big world
Her mom would cry
The girl might die

She was to young to understand
That soon she’d have God’s hand
She’d all ready been in the hospital
eight times in the past month

The little girl was to sick to live
Even tough all she did was give
Her mom would pray ever night
Hoping everything would be alright

Every day more hair would fall
She was tired off seeing the same white walls
The little girl died one day
That day she realized she couldn’t stay

Soon she would meet God’s eyes
every one on earth would crowd around her casket
Everyone would say
Why couldn’t I have the cancer
Why couldn’t I take her place In this awful basket