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