Fix This
Friends give life to a world of strife.
Friends give happiness to a world of loneliness.
Friends are someone to lean on, when something wrong goes on.
But what happens when your friend is gone, no longer alive?
Nobody to lean on, but he is still leaning on you --
for his legacy to survive.
For as Cameron said “Fix this.”
Fix what?
Fix this perfect murderer that is cancer--
the cold killer that has no moral conscious,
Taking our friends right and left.
Nobody for us left to lean on, but Cameron and the greater world are leaning on me…
To “fix this.”
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