I can't say 'It's OK'
When it's clearly not that way.
There's a river running down your face and pain in your stare.

In the end you're disbelieving,
The Reaper's been caught thieving.
Souls are ours to keep and not his to take away.

You can't breathe,
The air's intoxicating.
Can't or won't,
As if suffocating.

Please breathe. Breathe for us who remain.