My Promise
I cry, I beg, I plead, I pray
that one day my seizures will go away
Just when I think the storm has passed
It sneaks back up on me oh so fast
with no warning at all
as my mother watches me fall
The feeling of despair
thinking this is just not fair
my emotions are so deep
these seizures I know I will beat
I try to understand why God's plan
was to put me in my mother's hand's
I guess he knew I'd be her biggest fan
I will never lose sight of hope
as each day I learn how to cope
Never knowing when the next storm will hit
Next to my mother is where I will always sit
My promise to my mother is this
No matter how hard the road we travel
or how scary it may seem
we will always be on the same team
I will stand by you forever
And never give up on myself.....
NEVER!!!
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