My Son was strong, for all but a year,
When he went to the Doctor and she said,
I'm so sorry Dear,
Your lukemia's back and it's in the bone,
But don't worry because you're not alone,
We'll fight this together you and I,
With new meds and a bone marrow,
we'll reach for the sky,
The meds will be the same, except for a
few,
Some will make you happy, some will
Make you blue,
Your chances are good, this second time
around,
And before you know it, they'll be
'No More Cancer Around'
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