Though I am sick, and I am scared

I know my heart must be repaired

I need to see the world once more

A simple chance that I ask for

I need to see the desert sands

I need the sun to warm my hands

The blazing heat shall chase the cold

from my painful frozen soul

I want to know the ocean tides

A power by which the storm abides

The moon shall teach my blood to flow

and help my broken world to grow

I will climb the snowy peaks

To learn that even darkness speaks

It shall teach my heart to cope,

That all I really need is hope