Children's Hospitol
My father says that I’m fine
He says with a tear in his eye
When we get on a plane
He suddenly strains
From bursting into a cry
They say I have a bad heart
So I need to go to D.C
So that they may start
Operating on me
The children’s hospital is big
A little scary for a kid
But I need to be here
My dad says don’t fear
The sliding door begins to skid
I walk into a room
Filled with worried eyes
A white cloak is my boon
If I am not to die
The bright fluorescent lights glared
The beeping computer sounds blared
They put a mask on my face
So I would not wake
I whispered to my dad that “I’m scared”
I sleep but do not dream
The doctors open up my chest
My heart suddenly bleeds
I didn’t need to hear the rest
I awake in a white room
My dad looks at me with gloom
But he begins to perk up
When he sees that im up
He suddenly slides out of his doom
Down my chest there is now a scar
But from ungrateful I am far
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