Sick

When the heart and the blood start to slow

When the nerves melt away like the snow

This infection runs its course through me

So much more than mere infirmity

When the throat closes of its own will

I can't laugh, I can't breathe, I am still

Be my healer; please don't leave me here

Beneath the storm cloud and heavy atmosphere

Someone find me

Someone cure me

If I'm not too sick to cure

Medicate me

Moderate me

So that I can try once more

Tried to sit up in bed, was too weak

Tried to form the right words, tried to speak

I can listen and I can see a bit

You can touch me if you don't mind it

Tried to give to the world, only took

Tried to keep courage strong, but it shook

Never told you what it's like to shout

And sterile silence is all that comes out