The Truth

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THE TRUTH

Little Timmy, our pride and joy.
A charming, sweet and sickly boy.
It's such a shame to watch this happen.
It pains me so, to watch this happen.
Cancer takes, but never gives.
Patients fight but seldom live.
God works in ways we can't explain,
while all these children die in pain.
Our staff will fight to save his live,
Through chemotherapy and the knife.
Our surgeons have the best of hands,
for the families and their demands.
We'll try but can't promise you,
That your sweet son will make it through.
As all these hours turn to days,
And all the money that you will pay.
To give this child a second chance,
To live for things that you have planned.
Days turn to months and months to years.
The doctors work and persevere.
Until they kill the evil inside his neck
As the family cries and write their checks.
"Thank you dear lord, for this miracle!"
"The mighty lord has saved his soul..."
They're grateful for the man upstairs;
The doctors, shunned from the lords affairs.
Lest we forget, who lost their sleep.
With secrets of science the lord can't keep.
The staff truly saved that boys life.
A christian is honest And in truth, they lie.
The doctors are used to such fitting occasions,
But It pay's their bills and their vacations.
Little Timmy lived, but has met the end.
Pulled out from the tunnel, to live again.
Wisdom to know better, took faith from me.
He'll tell you what hell must really be.
But no one will listen, he's only a kid.
He'll thank the doctors, because no one did.