When the loss is great, when the feelings
are costly, and when there is mostly wrong
to the point of why me, you are not alone,
because faith is overflowing. There’s trust
along the river beds, there’s hope among
the warm streams, and there’s love within
the deep ocean seas. So believe me, I’m
sure, you are not alone, just like water is
pure. When the hurt breathes, then the
trust bleeds, and all the hope and the love
flows purity, inside and outside, to show
the ways are strong and life goes on, we
belong, you are not alone.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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