My friend is dying,
I can hear it in her voice-
and the way her smiles don't wrinkle near her eyes anymore;
She knows it, too.
My friend is dying,
falling off the course.

If I had the words, I'd write her a song;
If I had the voice, I'd sing it all day long
to her,
but I don't.
No one ever taught me what to do in event of a teetering life,
on the brink of illness but not quite.