Aqura

I know a girl
Who dreads the shots
They use to make
Her sugar drop…
Go too low and
Things get crazy fast…

And I know a boy
Who doesn’t look sick
But he lives in a prison
Of needlesticks
And dreams sweet dreams
That never come to pass…

(Chorus)

They can be
Needle free
They can be
Needle free
No more tears…
No insecurity…
They can be…
Needle free.

For years they’ve lived
In sugar hell
For simple lack of a
Beta cell…
Praying for miracles
And wishing on stars

When daily life
Demands the nerve
To fight a fight
You don’t deserve
The time is right
To beat this dread disease

(Chorus)

People can’t be
Sugar slaves
Every soul…young and old
Needs to be…needle free

We can be
Needle free
We can be
Needle free
No more tears
No insecurity…
We can be…
Needle free…
We can be
Needle free
Help us be
Needle free
End the tears…
The insecurity…
We can be… needle free….
We can be…needle free….
WE WILL BE…NEEDLE FREE….