sitting at night we lay and try to fall asleep
trying to ignore the breath of this disgusting disease
only those who are fighting
knows what its like to hear the inside dying
our fear of the first crackle that wont disappear
sends our mind whirling into thinking, why cant it be clear.
we sit and listen to the sound of fait
turing to the variety of medications that awaits
breathing in the moist meds that our lungs crave
we forget about our difficulties and the again become brave.
the first time you the faintest crackle
hoping with the next treatment it will fade away.
to waking up at midnight trying to breathe
from the crackles, that albuterol just cant put at ease
once its attack is over and its stopped its little tease
i sit and lay the trying to ignore the breath of a disease.
suddenly time flys by before you could ever catch it
and you wonder how you ever be able to get past this.
we know inside the daunting hospital is waiting
we figure hey we know eachother this well, why shouldnt we be dating
walking up to our room with our clothes & crackles
we realize we'll be bound to this bed with i.v.s as shackles
getting stronger and healthier as the days go by
the nurses and rp's comment that our smile is finally alive.
but the day the doctor comes in with a smile
means we get to pack up and our stay was all worthwhile.
defeating the crackles of these scarred lungs
give us the hope and again makes us feel young.
all us c.f.er's will always be in this fight together
accomplishing our goals and relating to eachother
though we cant sit face to face and talk
because of fear of cross infection.
we will always be there for one another
because with cf we have a special connection.