all day, everyday, through day into night.
Our battles are lonely, confusing
But we fight the good fight, and we
we can win,
We hold our heads high and we live
Through good times and bad, we keep
The light runs away from me.
Not alone, but lonely.
However, a bleak light shines
Sad, but hopeful,
As long as there is something, I have hope.
Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N.
Associate Professor of Nursing
Lehman College, CUNY
Bronx, New York 10468
February 2, 2003
Last updated: June 12, 2007