The girl thats hurting, from long days.
Head throbbing, feeling alone.
Missing school, pushing herself to hard.
Still she smiles, nothing phases her.
For she is the girl, who lived, who survied.
For the grandma who struggles, as hair falls out.
As legs get faint, wobbling down the hall,
Up the stairs. Poison being a cure.
But still she has hope, She strives, She smiles.
They are my friends, my family.
For they are strong when the body fails.
For they love the life God gave them.
Never asking why, never complianing.
They inspire, and touched me.