My sight gets worse each time I sneeze

Father God will you help me please

I used to see all the outlines

Of flowers and a squirrel that climbs

The doctor said that there’s no cure

I’ll do some research that’s for sure

Medical journals never end

A science teacher is my friend

Oh I don’t want to lose my sight

I’ll take meds but money is tight

Allergies must not come to play

I’ll stay inside weeds stay away

I can still see, but not so clear

I’ll pray, listen and never fear

Father God will you help me please

My sight gets worse each time I sneeze