I cant sleep so I wrote this poem about my donor Because of him By Faith Beavers I can breathe, no more coughing, no more fighting for air No tubes, no treatments, no wheelchair I can walk, I can see my future where before it was grim I have the ability to dress myself and to sing again The wait is now over, no more living in fear.. Of losing this battle, fighting for years From a person I have still yet to see, whos lungs are now working inside of me Forever grateful for the rest of my life, doing everyday things I dont have to think twice When I thought time had run out and I was at the very end, I live everyday now, all because of him Rip C.S Forever my hero
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 05:51:24 +0000
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