30 August 2012
Sitting in the waiting room Can't stop the feeling of impending doom
The journey is approaching its end We've battled through and you're on the mend
A few more weeks till you recover Many trials passed and more to face together
Proactive measures have all been done I should be happy that the war seems to be won
We can no longer fight this thing head on We wait and pray it's all finally gone
I feel embarrassed to ask for another line I feel like I should pretend that everything is fine
Pounding in my ears and blurry vision Every time I am faced with this decision
Eight more weeks at home is all I ask I am shaking as I think how to go about this task
Your strength empowers me to do right I don't want to let you from my sight
A few weeks of healing and keeping stress at bay Then before a return to work we're having a holiday
Finishing Line • Opuss № I