Passing the hours in hospital towers,
enduring a loneliness words can't describe,
Your questions unanswered in the clutch of a cancer,
That's conjuring bravery, but swallowing pride.
I can still hear the first time a voice through a phone line said,
Something had changed in your blood, something wrong,
Believe in a future, just scars left from sutures,
When the pain that consumes you has all but moved on.
Don't you call it a life, I can't heal the pain you feel tonight,
It's too much to ask you to shake this off and walk away alive,
But don't you call it a life,
Don't you stop.
And I'll write lullabies with sleepy eyes,
Does it help to know I'm scared at night,
That you might close your eyes,
And not say goodbye?
Brother I'm scared,
Don't you call it a life.