I lie awake in the dark,
the sun nowhere to be seen.
The thoughts of my life,
and how it could have been.

To live without pressure
or breathlessness in my chest.
To live like the others,
to live like the rest.

The joy I could have,
if only there was a cure.
But there isn't, and I don't know
how much one can endure.

But I think more
than the average soul.
So I wait patiently
to see how things will unfold.

Please let it be soon,
so I can get on with my life.
To be a good mother,
to be a good wife.

To take me away
from the family I love,
Should not come this early
from the Lord up above.

I think he'll let me be,
and leave me here for a while.
But someday he'll call,
and I'll still have on a smile.

In style-I'll ascend
on a fluffy white cloud.
And look down on those
who were still not allowed.

They must stay and endure pain
with this dreaded disease.
All that I'll ask him is to be
mercyful on them please.