Staring at the books

 

Staring at the books for so many hours,
 
just to make a difference,
 
just to get the power.
 
To get the power to cure and heal, 
 
to give hope to the hopeless,
 
to fix sickness with which no one can deal.
 
I dream that I may change the world,
 
Me a small town college girl.
 
Cancer will no longer dwell within,
 
so long that I create that longed for potion.
 
Through the hours of seminars and groggy nights,
 
the fretted tests and the many cups of caffeinated heaven.
 
I will one day be able to bring to the world of sickness 
 
the wished for, hopeful light, 
 
that which is my power to heal the sick with a favored quickness.

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