You say I’m metastatic, and that I’m gonna die.
But I prefer to be ecstatic, not make my loved ones cry
So don’t harsh my mellow, with all your doom and gloom.
I’m gonna be a flower, and then I’m gonna bloom.
You say that you can’t fix me, and that I’ll keep on breaking.
But, hey, look at me, I’m walking, I tell you I ain’t faking.
See, it’s all in our minds. We create our reality.
In your mind I have cancer. In mine, I’m a dancer.
Maybe you believe in heaven, or aliens above.
But no matter who your god is it’s all about the love.
Love is the glue that sticks us all together.
It’s the fabric of the universe… it creates our inner weather.
And when we fill ourselves with love,
And everyone around us
Our ability to heal is unparalleled and boundless.