A woman afflicted
with a rare blood disorder...

The love of a friend,
sincere to the heart...

My friend you are the sun
when clouds turn to gray...

Why should we look to judge
and say how it should be...

If you choose to hide, keep a mind of the past,
live like a child, while your body grows fast...

The day was dim,
and the clouds were gray...

In the beauty of the heavens
a light shines ever bright...

Branches form
on a growing tree...

You have much to live for,
don't give up without a care...

I'm sending you some humor
to brighten up your day...