by Ron Tranmer
You have no friends among us.
You're an enemy to all.
You cause much pain and suffering,
each time you come to call.
You attack at your discretion,
no matter how young or old.
You have respect for no one.
You are cruel, heartless and cold.
You can invade my human body,
but you'll find my spirit strong.
I'll fight with might, day and night,
regardless of how hard, or long.
You have been beaten by many.
There's still a good fight in me.
Unless God wants me home I'll win.
Either way I'll be cancer free.