I sit here shaking
thinking the worst
cause that's what I'm use to
its like I'm cursed.
What will he say
when the phone finally rings?
Will it be good...
or bad news he brings?
Can't help these thoughts
that play right through my mind.
What will my doctor tell me?
What will all the testing find?
My nerves tetter on the edge
as I face another bout.
After all that I have been through
I can't help but have my doubt.
If it is what he suspects,
the reason for those tests,
my faith will surly be weakened
my tears won't be surpressed.
Still...I sit here shaking
waiting on the edge of dread
just too hard to think postive
when so close to defeat you tread.