The day is set
The date gets near
I'm scared to hear what he has to say
Freaking each and every day
Hoping I don't hear the words I'm thinking
'sorry to say we may have to cut you open again'
If they do, I swear I may not make it through this time.
But guess all I can do is smile and say
I'll see what I can do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem