[Lyric] Am Dirge (Uther Moads)

When incantation makes those bad feelings gone
I reach out to multiples and find no-one
Sickness may break me
If I was not alone, could I have coped?
To shut the door and let them knock
Here's an ode to solitude

When we're well, we forget:
Sickness lies in health
Experience a deficit
My mind at rest
Surprise it always is to feel so low
Take help there's room for
Though I am weak I see more
The contrast, the living glow
Close to death: we know in time
For a while, I need to hide