Saturday, June 30, 2007

"Blowin' in the Wind"

"Blowin' in the Wind"
(because sometimes I want a cure so bad I'd do anything..and I mean ANYTHING. Seriously, I think my insurance company would sooner cover a transplant then a CGMS)

How many lows must a type 1 go through
Before, you can call him a man (or woman)
Yeah, and how many hearts will be broken in two
Before, we finally understand

The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.

How many times must a white cloud set sail
Across a retinous sea
Yeah, and how many a1cs must I fail
Before, this is the death of me.

The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.

How many times must a shot break the skin
Before, they're forever banned?
Yeah, its do-or-die, do this and you’ll win
50 more years- and a ton of adoration.

The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before, it is washed to the sea?
I’m certainly no mountain- how some people exist
Many decades- is certainly beyond me.

The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.

How many moms and dads will be told
That their two year old just got D
Yeah, and when they go and catch a rather virulent cold
Worry most about ketones in their pee.

Yes, and how many times will a man look up
Into the face of the local paramedic
Yeah, and if you weren’t already feeling down on your luck
That’s quite enough to make you feel real sick.

The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.

How many deaths will it take till they know
That too many people have died
Yeah, it’s a disease of the high, and the low
Its quite enough to make you fit to be tied.

The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.

How many parts of me will they patch
Before, they say its just no use.
Yeah, this thing called dia-bet-es just hasn’t any match
Through shots and blood and tears and lows and juice.

The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.

I hate my diabetes- the tears in the night
My life, is going down the drain
Kidneys, nerves, BKA, heart, and my sight
The thoughts, are driving me insane. (Gee, another complication!)

The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.

How many times must I say I want cured
Before, they take me seriously
Yeah, I guess they must really need to be reassured
That a transplants the only hope for me.

The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.

I’m trading in my ‘beates for a million pills
I’m sure, I got the better deal
Yeah, cuz I’ve got an awesome life and I’ll live it still
I can’t explain how it makes you feel

The answer, my friend, you’ll finally understand
The day you quit trying to understand.

2 comments:

Chrissie in Belgium said...

Better lyrics than the original!

HVS said...

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