My mommy is sick, I do not like this
Daddy, is she going to die
You say to be brave I'm doing my best
Daddy, I'll try not to cry

Both night and day she spends in her bed
I love her so much I can't lie
I sometimes wish it was me instead
But I know that's something she wouldn't like

I want my mommy well, back to herself
Can't the doctors make my mommy new
Tell me the truth, will she be better soon
Daddy what are we going to do

I told her today that it's okay
She can go to heaven if she needs to
But to save us a place because one day
Both daddy and I will be there too

But until then we will miss you...

I'm afraid
We're going to isolate
Even further than we are

If we don't get a grip
On this sinking ship
Going down for the third

Being all I, me, mine
Where we spend our time
Inside our solitary rooms

This constant creep of self
Will soon be our death
If we keep humming this crazy tune

Our social butterfly
Has up and died
Cut off in mid-bloom

The once abundant life
Took to flight
With nothing much to do

But to isolate
I'm afraid
Even further than we are

With no flotation devices left
On this sinking ship
Going down for the third

Keep going
Keep flowing,
Keep flying,
And keep calm.