There it goes now, it’s taken from me
and I’m silent, I can’t speak or sing.
What ever happened to cures or colds.
It’s gone before you know it, but this ones taking hold.
This one’s taking hold.
She assures me it will go away
and I’m trusting, I’m hoping, I pray.
That I won’t have to worry about it anymore
but it just isn’t budging and this I can’t ignore.
This one’s taking hold.