Today I will wear hope on my face

Sleeping on a couch for weeks

Too frail to move, too slow, too meek

I’m wanting for a lighter feeling

I will take my medicine

Right to the calendar’s end

Day by day I will try to feel fine

Pay what’s due for my life

Or else my lonely will dies 

I’m paying for brokenness

Still gazing at brokenness

I’ll eat my food

I’ll pay my dues

I’ll go to sleep on this day for good

I’ll go to sleep on this day for good

My health was never ensured