Waiting On The Edge Of Dread


I sit here shaking

thinking the worst

cause that's what I'm use to

its like I'm cursed.

What will he say

when the phone finally rings?

Will it be good...

or bad news he brings?

Can't help these thoughts

that play right through my mind.

What will my doctor tell me?

What will all the testing find?

My nerves tetter on the edge

as I face another bout.

After all that I have been through

I can't help but have my doubt.

If it is what he suspects,

the reason for those tests,

my faith will surly be weakened

my tears won't be surpressed.

Still...I sit here shaking

waiting on the edge of dread

just too hard to think postive

when so close to defeat you tread.

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