Dear Cancer
Endless road, endless road,
holy asphalt that shines like gold.
From the mountain to the lake
feeling hot in my veins.
Long and winding is the night,
there is nothing beyond the lights.
We could be moving, we could be dead,
we could be living in our heads.
Beneath the sky, above the ground,
hearing only outrageous sounds.
Strangely close to her soul
and far away from any home.
