They Said.
They said it was diabetes
After the hospital visits and unexplained sickness
They said it was diabetes
even with the insulin pumping in your veins and the finger pricking everyday
You still weren't getting any better
So what could it be?
The results came back in a deadly form
Pancreatic cancer stage 4
But they said it was diabetes
Isnt it their job to know?
They said six months
But little did they know you would fight for two long years
You fought long and hard but it ended all the same
And in mid October when the day finally came
The year and a half they didn't say
When all we did was sit and wait
the first time I saw my brother cry
Only 13 I was too young to realize
But I am old enough now to know that I miss you
Maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad if what they said was ever true
Yet we still give infinite amounts to their research and tests
We all know there is no profit in a cure.
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