Just Give us What it Takes
May 3, 2010
By Rose Marie Rideout

As I went strolling through the night,
I prayed for cures with all my might,
So many out there suffering in pain,
Without a cure, they shall remain.

Surly someone has a clue,
Of something anything we can do.
All I want is to make them well,
Send their pain straight to hell.

We know it will be something old,
In front of us for years we’ll be told.
Why couldn’t we open our eyes to see,
This cure was always meant to be.

More money needed, they say,
I believe they have a cure put away.
More money as we watch our loved one die,
I sadly wipe the tears I cry.

Please God give us what it takes,
To cure their pain, why make them wait?
We know it’s there and that is true ;
it’s not too late to save a few.