Airways

Inhale, exhale, stay awake, keep talking, don’t give in

The arms of death are reaching out to decompose your skin

Hold tight and the wings of faith will take you higher

Hold on tight and you’ll be all right

Patched up, enfeebled and disqualified

From the everyday I had before

My independence cut down to the bone

They told me I’d live but life is a bore

There’s a will but there’s no way

There’s an idea but not clay

I’m reduced to observing

The life work of others with no voice to sing

Save me from the fate that I’ve been given, save me

My doorway disappeared and everything turned passé

I see the worldly life through different eyes

Now I’ve discerned what lies ahead

Once so important’s suddenly trivial

Time drags when life’s confined to a bed

There’s a fortune but no door

There’s an island but no oar

I’m reduced to creating

Vast illusions, daydreaming

Airways, I’m running up the steps to catch my airways

It’s child’s play once you get the hang of it, it’s my way

Back to freedom

All night I live the life I once believed in

All this time I’m close to fine

All night I live the dream I once imagined

Hold on tight

Airways, I’m running up the steps to catch my airways

It’s child’s play once you get the hang of it, it’s too late

To be saved in a world that let you down, it’s too late