A long time ago, in the early days of the world wide web, I read a woman named Missy’s online journal (this was before “blogs”) chronicling her courageous battle with cancer.
As I read the letter she wrote
It filled my heart with great hope
That everything would turn out OK
Sadness hides behind a gleam
And things aren’t the way they seem
But everything seems pretty bad today
Chorus:
Because the more I think about Missy
The more I want to take away her pain
If it was up to me
Then you better believe
Missy would be feeling good again
Missy has been a good friend
Her love and faith never bend
Now it’s my turn to be there for her
And after all she’s been through
There’s not a thing I wouldn’t do
If I could make things the way they were
Chorus:
Because the more I think about Missy
The more I want to take away her pain
If it was up to me
Then you better believe
Missy would be feeling good again
© Kent Newsome and Bob Clay





