What’s going on inside your head
Oh, I can’t even guess
But I can sense your pain, your fear,
Of losses yet to come

Each day must be a milestone
Amid a blur of pain
Exhaustion must make you hide
From each new days birth

The darkest shade of night
Is when things are always worst
You’re so alone, yet you feel it there
Like a plum within your skull

If I could, I’d reach inside
And pluck it as it grows
I’d tear it out and mash it dead
And heal the hole with tears

But I can only sit and watch
While you shrink and burn
Those around you yearn and reach
But cannot touch your pain

And there is no other way
But wait and see and watch
As the life we know and care for
is supplanted by a tree