My heart hurts ever so much . . .
I hold myself tight and squeeze
my eyes shut against the ugliness
now prevailing. I sit still, although
I can feel the trembling in my soul.
Part of me doesn't want to live here
anymore. Not sure what to do about it.
I listen to old Louie over and over and
try to comfort myself . . .
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
And also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you"
~Bob Thiele and George David Weiss
pray gift me comfort
feel myself drifting away
soul in dire need
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