A battle waged. A war fought valiantly, yet still lost.
What is this life? Why must she pay this cost?
Questions without answers, not even a whisper in reply.
Why must evil survive, when the truly good must die?
Anger boils up inside me. Hatred begins to grow.
Hatred for the disease, and for the things I do not know.
Anger at the powers that, allow her to suffer so.
Anger because I can't save her, and I cannot let her go.
Prayers go unanswered, and leave me feeling hollow.
Why won't he save his child? It's a bitter pill to swallow!
It's not for me to question, or to know the reasons why.
His motives are a mystery, yet I still have to try!
Angels are taken for granted every second of the day.
The one sent to me, I treasure. I beg him to let her stay!
Our life is but an instant, in the broader spectrum of time.
Hold on to every minute, to regret is an unforgivable crime.
I value every time I hear her voice, every word she speaks.
I fight along beside her, even harder when she's weak.
She tells me to let go, to let her slip away.
My heart, it will not let me. Her wish I can't obey.
I feel I'm dying with her, though my health is strong.
My heart is what is breaking, It sings a sad sad song.
I slip away as she does, back into my lonely shell.
Soon I'll be alone, here in my personal Hell.
I try to be brave for her, To show her my toughest face.
What will I do without her? How can she be replaced?
My soul bleeds for her children, and the family she'll leave behind.
I ache for what could have been, and the pieces left out of line.
Bruised and broken. Tattered and torn. Shattered and not whole.
A life being taken far too early, has blackened out my soul.
It's hard to wear a smile, when your insides are decaying.
I know not what to think or feel, or even what I'm saying.
Confusion and sorrow now permeate my being.
Replacing the joy and love she use to leave me seeing.
As she fights her battle, I pray for one of God's miracles to shine.
Believing with all my might, that she will still be mine.
Lord please take your child's hand and lead her though this war.
She has earned your healing touch. This angel deserves more.
I plead with you oh Lord, to hear my desperate cries.
Rescue her my Savior, tell me this angel never dies.
The world is a better place, because this woman is here.
Without her a light is extinguished, and darkness will appear.
She is needed by so many, for reason even she doesn't know.
Don't allow her to escape us, we need her radiant glow.
I won't give up believing, or stop praying for her cure.
I know my God will hear me, for my love for her is pure.
Matt Henry
