No Cure
I'm only 10 years old and my world is going to change
They tell me my sister has cancer and its not a common range
Our family fights with her and sometimes for her, we want her pure
But the outcome is not what we hoped for there is no common cure
My family is turned upside down, many times I am forgotten
They are to busy caring for her it stinks, it really is rotten
Gone are my happy childhood days, I've had to grow up fast
Now she's pure again, I pray the grieving doesn't last
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