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