I Can't

I can't cough anymore, it hurts too much.
I can't sit anymore, for I'm bored to tears.
I can't sleep anymore, for my restlessness is translated to strange dreams.
Yet, I can't do anything else.

I can't sing anymore, it hurts my throat.
I can't dance, or wrestle, or worse.
I can't play anymore, for the energy is gone.
That makes me the most sad.

I can still rejoice, for I will heal.
I can still have thanks, for it is not fatal.
I can still love, and laugh, and cry, and smile.
I can still be me.

-Angus