It’s Gonna Be Okay


Those brooding eyes shattered her composure
Pity broke her fragile exterior
For he had resigned as her soldier
Her hands of hope warrior

Medication eases but never cures
So I took the road less traveled by
Before this sickness soon matures
And the rhythm of my life goes on standby

Does disease die with its host?
What if the host strangles the disease?
Death with dignity deserves a toast
Because finally Ill feel at ease

He had not resigned as her soldier
Her hands of hope warrior
He knows I am this bodies only owner
This is where I depart to euphoria

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