Then enter Alex, 33 years old and so sick with the cancer And trapped inside a body that betrayed his real gender We all hoped and prayed that he would go into remission At least long enough, just long enough to comeplete his transition He said, “Kimya, did you know Eleventeen’s my favourite song?” I said, “Then get your ass on stage right now and you can sing along.” That’s the very first song I ever wrote all by myself It’s about angels and recovery and friends and hope and health By the time we finished singing he was pissed off, he was scared He said, “I lost my home, my lover, my insurance, and my hair. And now I’m about to lose you too, my new friend.” I looked into those big blue eyes and said we’ll meet again Yeah I looked into his sad blue eyes and said we’ll meet again Then I got the phone call from Alyssa and she told me he was dying By the time I got to his bedside we were both already flying We held hands and we sang songs, tried to be strong floated around While I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him down Yeah I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him down But at the same time I was taking my own body for granted First I lost sight of my feet then they became unplanted And I never felt so stupid or so selfish or so sad yeah I body had been good to me and I treated it so bad yeah My body had been good to me and I treated it so bad
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 06:41:47 +0000
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