Erika Lundahl - 17 Days

Start with the part of the story
That scares you half way to hell
The art of life is integration
Of the beauty with the horrors
You wish you could dispel

If you couldn't tell by now I'm not doing well
If you couldn't tell by now I'm not doing well
If you couldn't tell by now...
I'm not doing well

18 months she held her child in her breast
So it's going to take more than 17 days to let her go to rest
I'm trying to understand the ties that bind me to this mother orca whale
She is grieving, heavingrieving, heaving her heavy heart through an ocean of sorrow
Deeper than any well

If you couldn't tell by now she's not doing well
If you couldn't tell by now she's not doing well
If you couldn't tell by now...
She's not doing well

I swim in a cancer of questions unanswered
The illness untreated, we're all but defeated
Every time we turn our backs on the sound
Every time we turn our backs on the sound

If you're not grieving I don't know how to talk to you right now
If you're not grieving you must excuse me I am leaving
If you're not grieving, I simply don't know how

If you couldn't tell by now I'm not doing well
If you couldn't tell by now she's not doing well
If you couldn't tell by now...

Start with the part of the story
That scares you half way to hell
The art of life is integration
Of the beauty with the horrors
You wish you could dispel

Written by:
Erika Lundahl

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