C-R-Y
I see pain,
I see him cry,
He puts his hand on my shoulder,
But unnerved I still feel.
My son,
Dying,
How helpless I feel,
Why him off all people?
His heart,
It fails him,
Kept alive by a machine,
Talk or walk he can't.
His condition,
Forever worsening,
killing him inside,
And me.
Still he suffers,
As do I,
With no hope,
None at all.
Yet now he walks and talks!
How so?
Well saved by C.R.Y,
He was...
Please donate to CRY- Cardiac Risk in the Young- to save someones life. Everyone deserves a future, so go save a life now by donating. Go to http://www.c-r-y.org.uk/ for more information... Thank you!
C-R-Y
