The news; it came as such a shock.
Innocent child, will he live on?
We stare as the seconds tick away on the clock,
and we pray for the demon to be gone.
Innocent child, so pure, so hopeful and sweet;
how could this darkness occur?
Dear God, his life cannot be complete!
Hear our prayers and deliver the cure.
Our faith is strong, our stance united,
our prayers will surely bring
an end to despair, the way is lighted
by your presence, to which we cling.
No child deserves to suffer the pain
of an illness such as this.
Please, dear God, help us to regain
his health, his life, our bliss.
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This one really touches home to me. My little brother got Leukemia when he was three. This explains it well.