Sickness Ain't Me
Moody dark pop layered with indie pop and alternative pop sensibility, built on light synthesizer beats, soft sidechained pads, muted arpeggiators, and a restrained 808 pulse, Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, airy vocal chops, subtle analog bass, and glossy chorus-drenched keys keep the texture intimate yet polished. 60 BPM
Sickness Ain't Me
Moody dark pop layered with indie pop and alternative pop sensibility, built on light synthesizer beats, soft sidechained pads, muted arpeggiators, and a restrained 808 pulse, Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, airy vocal chops, subtle analog bass, and glossy chorus-drenched keys keep the texture intimate yet polished. 60 BPM
Lyrics
Intro
We are called to suffer at times. It's not fair but that's life. May hope shine bright...lean into the light.
Verse 1
The news landed hard, words I couldn't accept.
I've got life left to live, plans have been made.
Shouted and strained, my tears fell like rain.
Family became the world to me, they didn't treat me differently. Saw me for me.
Chorus
This sickness ain't me
why can't you see.
I've got life left in me
Dreams put on hold
It's sad and its cold
But I refuse to bend
Be strong, I chant.
Be strong...be strong
Verse 2
Doctor visits ripped by while time flew faster
My dreams a disaster. No, I shout, I won't bow out.
Not going soft into the night. I will fight.
Do all that I can, whate'er the plan
Despite the brave face, tears line me cheek
as my Father I seek.
Pre-Chorus
Please, Father above, I'm not ready for this. My family is sad, angry and mad. What do I do, I leave this to you
Chorus
This sickness ain't me
why can't you see.
I've got life left in me
Dreams put on hold
It's sad and its cold
But I refuse to bend
Be strong, I chant.
Be strong...be strong
Verse 3
He heard my prayer, the sickness ain't there. Doctors told me, I'm illness free. Others I've known have left for a heavenly home, why was I spared. I wasn't prepared for the guilt that I feel. They say it's okay, to feel this way, it's part of the loss. Damn, what a cost
Chorus
This sickness ain't me
why can't you see.
I've got life left in me
Dreams put on hold
It's sad and its cold
But I refuse to bend
Be strong, I chant.
Be strong...be strong
Outro
Don't lose hope, don't give up. Fight to the last. That's all I ask. For my brothers I write...they didn't win the fight.