I woke up this morning
In a mess of confusion
No rest for the wicked
The righteous can wait.
Dreams I’ve been dreaming
Don’t stop when I’m waking,
I only know sweetness
When I’m not feeling pain.
And I swear
There is hope
Sweet, sweet love
All around me.
The evidence abounds
In the kindness we do.
So why the confusion?
Why all the great worry?
Sweet salvation awaits
Just step out in the rain.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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