I’m looking at my hands,
Watching my skin slowly peeling off,
Just like the thoughts of love I’ve lived one day…

I’m looking at myself in the mirror,
With a sadness that cripples me daily,
Just like a man who’s beholding his demise…

I’m looking at my eyes,
And the tears that painted rivers on my face,
Just like the rain that never seems to end…

But when I’m looking at you,
I’m filled with the hope of the next day’s happiness,
Just like a dying patient that learned he’ll have more time to live…