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Long Black Train


It’s like a train coming straight to kill

There’s no way to avoid it, I just stood still

The blow was too much and I spilled all over the gravel

My body mangled and my mind unraveled

No blinking lights or warning sign

Just a train heading in a straight line

The conductor wouldn’t stop, he pays no care

He just grimaces with a sinister stare

Disaster all around as far as I can see

Why did this have to happen to me?

Tears flow and collect at my feet

I gather myself and take a seat

I look across to see my mother

And next to her my weeping brother

As we hold each other on this tragic night

I hear my mother whisper “don’t worry, I’ll fight”

If I could change one thing it would be to give cancer a face

One I could fight, one I could disgrace

Instead it stays hidden and hides like a coward

Afraid of exposure and being overpowered

If cancer was an enemy that all of us could fight

Millions would be coming together over night

So yes this change would be my final answer

Because everyone can agree—FUCK CANCER!

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