Sick again.
My face falls,
Down,
Not far,
For there isn't far to fall,
My mouth cringes,
Something will change for good,

I will do all I can to never come back,
Not a morsel of chocolate will stop me
Not a peanut, nor an almond,
Nothing
Even as my heart is overcome with grief,
A quiet corner starts to sing,
For every fire brings a gift,
Of love and learning,
If I weaken in my body, I strengthen in my mind,
And as I lose this blood, I gain a truer heart


The cells in my body,
Have forgotten how to live,
In battle they do rage against themselves,
What can I do to call you to a truce?
Where can I find the words for peace?

I cry out to be saved from this body of death,
And long to be found in a different place,
But this is where I am, and I will not be chased,
Away
I will live, and be happy,


Oh my Prince,
Carry me now and show me your tender heart,
How you hold the weak in your arms,
And lift the heads of those who have no strength