The daze that you are walking in
Is as real as your little fingers
And your little toes.
The hope that you are carrying
Will see you through the night,
Will walk you through the haze.
The haze that you see
Is your life,
But the haze will lift soon.
It’s not as bad you think it is,
It is blue, green, red and golden,
Maybe a few patches of white amidst a sea of grey.
But it really isn’t all that bad,
You see so much better seeing two,
You learn so much more being invisible.
But do you want to be invisible?
Do you want to see two?
I don’t think it’s all that bad,
I see more than many anyway.
Will you hold my hand?
I am walking through fire.
You don’t need to walk through fire with me,
You can just hold my hand and sing me a song.
You can keep whispering that the fire outside will die out,
But only if the fire in me comes to life.
I see flashes of my life,
I see flashes of light in the haze,
Moments as clear as air,
Sheer darkness soon after.
Why do I cry?
What am I afraid of?
Are you afraid of what will be?
Are you afraid of how home will be?
Do I worry about what it will be like?
Do I worry about what it won’t be like?
Why are you letting these moments pass you by?
Why are you letting life pass you by?
Do I not have more to do?
Do I not have more to see?
You have so much left to do.
You have so much left to give.
You have so much more to lose.
You have so much more to win.
Keep trying till you have nothing.
Keep trying till green turns to brown,
And brown turns to air.
When it turns to air, you will realize
That you have nothing left to achieve.
Conquer the disease,
Find your own means,
Find your own cure.
Sure, they’ll be pumping chemicals in your body,
You’ll stick to your bed for a while.
People will fuss,
They might even think “She will make it, right?”.
But all you have to do
Is Breathe in and Breathe out.
All you have to do
Is Breathe it all out.