I know that something isn’t right though you’re right here by my side…
I wish I could understand all these writings on the wall…
Let’s just pretend that it’s okay, maybe these times will fade away to…
I know the game you want to play but don’t forget two can play…
There are many things you want to say but you’re holding back you think I don’t know…
Things are no longer the same I feel there is something I need to know…
Every time I think of you and close my eyes I see stars…
Every breathe without you is like breathing through broken glass…
I can read the signs, I can see the picture you’ve been painting in my head…
You’ve made me feel like never before…
On a clouded day you’re my sunshine…
When I was falling you pulled me up…
I never appreciated how much you offered…
If I had to do it all over again, I would still choose you…
I would climb every mountain just to get to you once again…
As I try to turn the candle that you lit into a burning furnace…
Please help me go from grass to grace once again…
I will keep the embers of fire going by holding on to every spark…
Like a phoenix, I will be reborn from the ashes of tribulation…
Once I felt you once again, for a moment, I could no longer speak because my tongue broke down…
Taste will return to my tongue because you will wave your scepter over me once again…
Fear has pulled me to the surface, illness has kept me there until my lungs are drenched…
My vision has gone dark…
Resigned to drowning, I open my mouth once again to take one last breathe…
But something was different now, you had given me gills…
It was strange and unexpected but you offered me another chance to life…
Remind me the infinite pleasure of a touch of a hand and make me see magic in the ordinary once again…
Help me marvel and wonder by shattering the pain of illness into a million tiny shards…
I’m on my knees letting out silent screams, “Please take away the disease” Nothing occurs…
So I pray as my last hope, though it should have been my first…
Remember;
The blight gently blew over her like a whistle, soft at first and then gently suffocating her. She wanted to give up by sleeping but she chose to fight.
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