Sickness
Fiction Plane
Do I feel love?
Oh boy do I feel love
I'm lonely
And the worst of all
With vanity, a coward
Do I fear love?
Oh boy do I fear love
I'm lonely
And the worst of all
With vanity, a coward
Always falling into sickness
In this life there's no time
No time to rest
Always falling into sickness
Sat inside a tiny church
Fashioned out of local birch
The priest chose psalms and let us pray
She lay still until this day