She's sick,
And the doctor's say
That she doesn't have much longer.
She's weak, yet,
She's also a whole lot stronger.
She's had to fight
To survive, to live,
And she's grown from it.
She's beautiful. She's so beautiful.
And I admire her.
I admire how even
In the midst of a storm,
She can be a rainbow.

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