Fibromyalgias Plee
We walk around in heartache and pain
Grieving the life that will never be the same
Longing for what use to be
Reflection of self that you can only see
We roam in silence longing to be heard
Mirrored by pain that is misunderstood
Holding our heads in disseray
Not knowing what's in store for us each day
Where are those to hear our cry
Turning their head as we walk by
Saying our symptoms don't exist
Excuse me doctor we'll give you our list
We tell you words that are sincerely pure
Pleading within ourselves... just find us a cure.
written by:
Judy Farnsworth