She's been asleep for sometime now..in a world of glass and paper
doubt..the doc explains in the best way he knows how..that the cancer
found its way in through our mouths...wake from your sleep..oh precious
one..wake up now..i can hear her breathe..she's coming back to me..and
when she speaks..can we live with what we've done..she's moving and I
am terrified that we can't hear the whisper..if i make it to morning
and somehow believe it was fear that turned our dreams to doubt..her
cancer i ate for my father who waits..cause she wants to sing
again..wake from your sleep..oh precious one..wake up now..i can hear
her breathe..she's coming back to me..and when she speaks..can we live
with what we've done..she's moving and I am terrified that we can't
hear the whisper..what kind of son would i be..if i let her sleep..what
kind of brother i be if i let her sleep..she's gonna speak