It’s that time of year; everything is in bloom and everything is in purple. It is time for spring and so it is time for the ‘Relay for Life’ cancer awareness season.

Now I figure I can write a story about near anything… it may not be any good, but that’s never stopped me before. But I sure am stumped to write about this ‘Purple’ stuff.

I know my limitations. I know the difficulty I have in writing anything coherent with regards to any kind of cancer-there’s just too many emotions attached to make even this simple mind work clearly.

We all have far too many folks close to us who have endured the pains of cancer, survivors or not. It is just extremely personal-too personal writing or talking about. I just can’t do it in prose.

But songwriting is a bit different. For some reason there are things you can communicate easier in rhythm and song than you can in any other form.

So, here is a song I wrote about the topic that all those purple ladies well represent. It is called, IT’S THE WAITING.

Dedicated those many girls who… Heck, you all know who you are.

IT’S THE WAITING

By Bing Limousin

© 2011 DreamHill Music

It was months before she knew

The pain inside was not the flu

It was a cold December day

When she heard all the doctors say

‘Our worst fears are realized’

No sadness came to her blue eyes

Her fight had only just begun

But the hardest part of all

Was the waiting ...

CHORUS

There are pills to ease the pain

Reading all those magazines

Endless halls that go for miles

Comfort in each friendly smile

Finding things to pass the time

A lonely room and lonely nights

To wait for friends to come and call

But the hardest part of all

It’s the waiting...

That season crawled too slowly by

I never saw her blue eyes cry

Each day her body turned so frail

But her spirits never failed

In lonely hours all alone

I’m sure she prayed, ‘God, take me home’

Strength she found to help her through

With every prayer, came answers too

To help the waiting...

That was a season a year ago

And if she cried I’ll never know

Now waits for rain, and waits for snow

She waits to watch her children grow

Now knows the hardest part of life

Is wasting gifts of precious time

For every moment left behind

We lose the life we try to find.

It’s found in waiting…

God Bless all of you Gals in Purple, and Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

Love, Bing