As a breath is given, I take it with no recognition.
Afraid to take flight as my eyes are shut tight, just in spite.
I fear that all will be clear at the end of this year.
Though what was lost, may just have been crossed off.
But that can't be the answer, as if a kid was supposed to have cancer.
Who's to blame for all that is wrong, because I can't be that strong.
I wish with all my might, that I was willing to fight.
Able to drive punches to that which takes life.
It's like I'm blind and not yet designed to unwind.
Something is missing, and I'm willing to make a bet.
If life is chosen, the heart will be given a potion that is full of good emotion.
Willing to take chances even if its hard to reach that which enhances.