Sickness

Do I feel love?

Oh boy do I feel loveI'm lonely

And the worst of all

With vanity, a cowardDo I fear love?

Oh boy do I fear loveI'm lonely

And the worst of all

With vanity, a cowardAlways falling into sickness

In this life there's no time

No time to rest

Always falling into sicknessSat inside a tiny church

Fashioned out of local birch

The priest chose psalms and let us pray

She lay still until this day