She the lonely wolf of the pack
Her face is white as snow
She weakening and fading out into the mist of the night
She the spirit of life that died fighting for her life
Dealing with an illness
That she can't fight but still tried
With all her might
She was strong and bright
Like a soldier within a fight
Dealing with pain and sickness
She was as tuff as a long lasting
Light diming though the night
with all her might
She said to me in a Whimpering voice stay strong and fight for what right disappearing
into the mist of the night
she live an everlasting life with a fellow seeker calling her name
Saying her last good bye
She died an everlasting life into the mist of the night
That cancer can't fight
YOU ARE READING
My journal
RandomThis show a lot of emotion though poem and song That I felt I could never explain to other
