Why do I feel I’m stuck,
with the biggest problem on Earth,
and I’m all out of luck?
Making believe that nothing’s wrong,
smiling when the sister visits,
slowly losing my inner song.
And on my tongue is nothing short
of blessings and curses mixed together,
and to my wrongs, I have no retort.
My own conscience guides me,
and chastens me in the middle of the night,
when I lose my perspective to see.
What was once clear to my mind,
bringing me peace and calm in the midst of the storm,
is something that I can no longer find.
Yet, when You bless me from Above
with only one minute of shalom,
then I welcome the return of the dove.
And a renewal of the heart
gives me strength to carry on,
and continue to do my part.
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