For my disease they don’t make a pill,

So I live on basically a small hill,

One day I do roll down with ease,

Another day I must crawl up the other side,

With my face and body flat on the ground,,,

I suppose it’s better than the alternative,

Even with the pain I have learned to live,

Pay it forward or give it back,

I do what I can when I can,

For now though so much I do seem to lack…

Oh Calgon take me away,

Float me in a bubble making the future my day,

Every so often the sun does shine on me a ray,

Taking away from me the skies that seem mostly grey…