Don't have money
or I would send it,
but there would
never
be enough,
Driving takes days
that aren't mine,
but I
will run if it takes years,

May                                      tears.
       smiles                    your
                 wash away

The fight you face is real,
ugly and mean,
Coming out on top is not
easy or clean,
Or even a guarantee,
hope to be the friend,
however this ends,
to always let you know,
you are loved.
                        I will let my love show,
                        being by your side in the thick of this fight.