Can Sir:

I, the tumorous cancer await,

The bleeding sun no longer my wake,

The light was shining bright,

The light became a sharpened stake,

The pain was surreal,

The bright lights hidden in the shadows,

I laid there wishing upon a better life,

Watching the weeds sway in the brisk meadow,

I knew the Way was tough,

They knew what my life would become,

They basked in my light,

But took me as to be dum,

The light became faint,

The beatings became slow,

I grasped onto the thin line of hope,

But I knew only You could help this low.