Lyrics

Half awake she stretched herself, her hand went to her chest
where just a week ago there used to be another breast
but in its place was empty space, just skin beneath her hand
and a change in her self-image that she did not understand.

The doctors said it had to go, there was no other way
to have a chance to laugh and dance at her daughter’s next birthday.
The cancer an aggressive one, and she so very young;
so many stories le􀅌 to write, so many songs unsung.

So she said yes, they booked a date, though fear was in her heart
for this was just the first of many treatments that would start
her friends told tales of courage, but fear was all that she could see
for even with an absent breast life gives no guarantee.

What life may bring, we cannot change; but each day holds a choice,
and part of healing is to speak, to give our pain a voice.
For courage is not lack of fear, but singing out despite,
and living’s more than dodging death, it’s singing through the night.

A fine scar on her gentle skin ... a wound within her soul …
She hadn’t planned to think of death 􀆟ll she was very old.
But as she rose to dress herself and face another day,
she thought perhaps she’d start to sing and heal herself this way.

Now quite awake she stretched herself, her hand went to her chest
where in another life, there used to be another breast.
Now in its place just empty space, just skin beneath her hand
and a change in her self-image she would one day understand.