There was a time when things were normal
I would go out for dinner with family
And go to places was just likely
Now those things are no longer formal.
I pray each day for something fine
Just smiling is already brighter,
but I cry away a fighter
Because I know tomorrow will be mine.
You are not alone in your lonely fight.
As one, we will face and endure
I will be by you I will ensure
Even if it feels like a final night.
Just hold on tight, and lets be bold
Tomorrow will be another day.
You are not alone today.
Together you and I will grow old.
Although Gastroparesis will not go away
Your strength will make you stronger
Please don’t cry in anger
Let hope guide you the right way.