Thinking Out Loud

Thinking Out Loud
Dathan Graham
June 2001

I wonder if I didn't have this,
Would life be the same?
There is no one out there I can blame.

Mother cried, she shed the tears,
All along, I had no fears.

The problem I have may go away,
The old me, can come back one day
.
So I can't run, jump, or ball anymore,
I lay down to sleep, achy and sore.

Doc assured me life can be full.
The shots I take, prolong the inevitable.

Every day I hear they're working on the cure.
It's kind of confusing, I know it’s not for sure.

So I live my life and don't hide the cane.
I crawled out of denial, accepted the pain.

I am here world, and I'm on a quest!
To let everyone know, how we deal with MS!