Pearls of perspiration form at the tip of my forehead
As I lay feeling lethargy build up in my veins
Frozen, as the sun awakens on a brilliant summer day

The ill and the sorrowful
I do believe I am part of
But nay! I refuse to collectively believe
I am no longer filled with zeal
That my bones carry no extraordinary strength
That my soul does not want to further feel

Love, passion and absolution
The things that give us hope
To show that the ill and sorrowful are not dead yet