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