Letras
Manuel Garcia, a proud youthful father
Was known on his block as a hardworking man
With a wife and a family, a job with a future
He'd everything going according to plan
One day Manuel Garcia complaining of stomach pains
Went to the clinic to find out the cause
His body was found to have cancerous tissue
Ignoring the order of natural laws
So Manuel Garcia of Milwaukee County
Checked into a medical complex in town
Suddenly seeing his thirty-nine years
Like the sand in the hourglass plummeting down
"What are my choices?" cried Manuel Garcia
"You've basically two" was the doctor's decree
"Your cancer untreated will quickly be fatal
But the treatment is painful with no guarantees"
And so it began Manuel's personal odyssey
Long sleepless nights in a chemical daze
With echoes of footsteps down long lonely corridors
Tolling his minutes and hours away
With knowledge that something inside was consuming him
Manuel Garcia was filled with despair
He'd already lost forty pounds to the cancer
And now to the drugs he was losing his hair
After nine weeks in treatment the doctor came calling
Saying "Manuel, we've done about all we can do
Your cancer could go either way at this juncture
It's out of our hands now and it's up to you"
He looked in the mirror, a sad frightened stranger
So pale, so wrinkled, so lonely, so scared
Diseased, isolated, and feeling unlovable
One hundred twenty-six pounds and no hair
He dreamed of his Carmen at sixty without him
His four little children not having a dad
Of Thursday night card games at Julio's
And everything else he'd not done that he wished that he had
Awakened from sleep on the day of his discharge
By shuffling feet going all 'round his bed
Manuel opened his eyes and thought he was still dreaming
His wife and four friends with no hair on their heads
He blinked, looked again, not quite believing
Four shiny heads all lined up side by side
And still to that point not a word had been spoken
But soon they were laughing so hard that they cried
The hospital hallways were ringing with voices
"Patron, we did this for you" said his friends
And they wheeled him out to the car they had borrowed
"Amigo, estamos contigo, vez?"
So Manuel Garcia returned to his neighborhood
Dropped off in front of his two bedroom flat
The block seemed unusually deserted for Sunday
He took a deep breath and adjusted his hat
But before he could enter the front door flew open
Manuel was surrounded by faces he knew
Fifty-odd loved ones and friends of the family
With clean-shaven heads and the words "we love you"
So Manuel Garcia, a victim of cancer
A father, a husband, a neighbor, a friend
With a lump in his throat said "I'm not much for speeches
But here I have something that needs to be said
I felt all alone in my baldness and cancer
Now you stand beside me, thank heaven above
For giving me strength that I need, may God bless you
And long may we live with the meaning of love
For giving me strength that I need, may God bless you
And long may we live with the meaning of love"