SURVIVING CANCER
Night will come soon enough.
A change will surely come.
Put away your bullets
And pounding of your drums.
Reach for what you cannot touch,
For change will surely come.
Is Heaven filled with angels?
A change will surely come.
Does it roll and flow in valleys
'Neath a crimson, halo sun
Or is it quiet, cold and black?
A change will surely come.
Winter winds are grazing.
A change will surely come.
Put away your restlessness,
Masquerades and sum
Of what you think you are
For change will surely come.
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