Diana We Love You- Gone but Never Forgotten
Diana's Theme, by Shane Campbell
Origins of Kindness, by Denny Lancaster
Imagination Opens His Door, by Denny Lancaster
Christmas 2001, by Denny Lancaster
Diana's Theme. By Shane Campbell 2001
"A dedication to Diana Campbell
with love for all who understand."
I was only 9 years old
when my mother was diagnosed
with cancer
my time froze
I stood with my eyes closed.
I could hear the trembling
in the words that she spoke
I remember snuggling,
saying I don't want you to go.
But your might of a warrior
aids you in fight
even though you'll be in treatment for life
and it's the pits
I know it's hard to say this is it
while your spine twists
I'll fix the pain in your finger tips.
At the diagnosis, we got the prognosis
the worst news ever created precious moments
Stirring emotions -- that's when we're closest
Feeling hopeless
depression breakdowns and scoliosis.
Why not water this flower,
why not if you have the power?
Why not provide the answer
so this woman's not devoured?
Why not prevent the cowards
from controlling the cure?
Why not ease the pain
that we are forced to endure?
I hate thinking of my mother
coping so close to death
Holding on to my last thread
I'm dead at her deathbed
a 10% chance that for 5 years she'll live
What gives? I'm just a kid
Why did it have to spread?
Livin' in the future
Why couldn't it just be a rumor?
Educating women over your computer
now up and down your spine
is covered with tumors.
Remember when we used to go window shopping at Coomers
with no hair,
antiques, arts and craft fairs,
You were right there
throughout this terrible nightmare
At chemotherapy of course I was scared
It's hard to bear
Sometimes life just isn't fair.
It's hard to smile
making life worthwhile
you taught, I learned, playing the role of a child
in a life full of calamity and tragedy
One of millions of children sayin'
Why did this have to happen to me?
My mother still and always will
be in my heart till I'm killed
I paint a picture of her and
it gives me the chills.
I will strive
as long as I'm alive
to live a better life, survive
and in time
It will come to a end
A mother and a friend
I will see you again
even though it's cold and dark
nothing can pull us apart
You'll always remain in my heart
And when no one's around
I'll listen to this song and break down.
When this mail was received from Calico, my immediate response was to contact a close friend who has
song publishing experience and an excellent sound studio. Tommy agreed with me, that Shane should pursue copyright and publication and that he would help.
"My son wrote a song for me . . . he set it to Nadia's Theme . . . and this is the first time he's ever asked me to put it on a page and share it with my friends to see
what they think. I believe he thinks this is the best song he's done yet. Of course it is a little different in text -- because he sings it and has laid down several tracks of backgrounds to go along
with it. But it is so touching. He's 19. He also wanted to know what you think.
He has several tapes and CDs he's made and I'm trying to type up all the lyrics and copyright them. He has done a couple of concerts and has a totally unique style. I
think he may have been prompted to write this because a nurse came to the house to show me how to give myself shots at home . . . so some old worries came out of the closet. Rubbing my bald head
wishing to make it all go away."
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