Written by James Record in 2008.
They can tell you, you have cancer,
And tell you you’re going to die,
They think they know you better,
But the truth it makes you cry.
The problem may be seen,
But instead it may be you,
You body may be broken,
Or your mind may not be true.
You don’t know where to go,
Too many people say you’re ill,
Thinking things that are not real,
But they don’t have the will.
For they don’t know it all,
They just point up above,
For it is not cancer,
It is just love.