Superstition

If we can’t trust the doctors
And our prayers have fallen flat
And the 14 pills she takes each day
Won’t hold the sickness back
Another room to wait in
Another test to see
If everything we’ve dreamed about
Will never come to be
I know that it’s bad luck to be superstitious
But nothing else is working
And my head is really hurting
And I’m sick of all this worrying
About things I can’t control
Life once again is carefree
Where we tip-toed, now we waltz
Past the black cats and the mirrors we cracked
Without our fingers crossed
The days are slow and easy
The nights feel so serene
But I blink my eyes and realize
That feeling was a dream
Just a cruel dream
I know that it’s bad luck to be superstitious
But nothing else is working
And my heart is really hurting
And I’m sick of all this worrying
About things I can’t control
These things I can’t control