Blake My poor Blake Seeing you in this hospital getting pricked and prodded The blank stare of confusion all over your little face I’m sitting in the waiting room hoping this is just all fake My poor Blake Seeing you covered in black and blue bruises The gums completely devouring your teeth I’m smiling through the pain and tears telling you it’s all okay My poor Blake Seeing your mom having to flush out the picc line in your arm The medicine completely swelling your face I’m turning to God asking why such a vicious disease he must make My poor Blake Seeing your most precious years of life go to waste The pain and discomfort you are having to endure I’m far away at college and can’t be there for you… Sobbing, I'm whispering all I can say... My poor poor Blake "Most people going into the hospital for an operation focus completely on their pain and suffering, whereas soldiers or saints and other martyrs can think about ...