pink is the color at least for the breast,
when i feel weak what about the rest.

pink can be sassy womanly and strong,
but I'm a survivor now,
but what went wrong.

When I'm on that medication that stops's the spread,
with my sisters i will break bread.

when I'm in the doctor's room cold and blue, i say cancer leave you did your do,
but if i move on i will remember you.

A tender breast to lean on a shoulder to hold me up,
the nipple of my pride,
the tears fill up my cup.

I saw the face of an angel,
they say their white with wings,
but the more this illness the more
this sickness stings.

You healed my hand at sunset,
I'm healed for another chance,
when i say women stand up they do a joyous dance.

For those who could not stay ,
there's room for you above,
we will remember you as you shower us with love.

we feel your peace knowing your joyously resting,
while time is passing,
our womanly cures are lasting.

because your a flower, you smell of roses and spice,
you are healed by the seed's of loving God,
and his blessings are very nice.

I will remember you the ribbon, that ties us all,
when the rubber band Pope's all of us fall,
but up we come in his kingdom hands, remembering those with hopes and dreams,
or so it seems ,
be the person you always have
to the brave and strong,
the one's who passed us have sang their song
with healing words you can't go wrong.