Demons and Angels

It’s a simple game of hide and find

Of love, of hate, but she won’t mind

That we stopped playing long ago

Because we found and now we know

We have to play, if it’s all the same

But cancer’s not a winning game.

And then there’s hope which keeps us close

With another doctor, another dose

It’s a promise of living, not lived, but life-

A stop to death and pain and strife.

We want to play, if it’s all the same

’Cause we’ll win this ruthless loser’s game.