Where do you turn? Where do you go?
When all your questions
Are answered No.
You don’t know what tests
You’ll have to endure.
You Need the truth,
Is there really a cure?
The doctors aren’t sure
What it could be.
I can’t understand,
What’s happened to me.
The nurses all whisper
Things in my ear.
While others stand back,
And all can hear.
The hum of a machine,
It is my only hope.
I can get through this,
I know I can cope.
The results are in,
Thanks to a MRI.
I’ve just discovered,
Today I won’t die.
