One way or another, we all suffer Give love to my brother and my mother My sister and father, they're all covered Cause one way or another, we all suffer
Depressive sessions last forever But we're better When we're together No weather cause get us too fed up All tethered so whether we mess up you tell us we're better off keeping our head up Rain can't break through any umbrella
That's real family You talk, I listen, that's true understanding We might fight on the landing But keeping it candid The times I've seen...
Choice has come in itís comforting results. On the coldest morning myself is taken to the warm hot waters of a personal shower. Daily sermons speak from an iPhone. Thoughts of wrongs donít stand a chance. The grateful talks continue through prayer. Just when you thought there were no more answers itís been written and said. Bring me alive said to the parts once dead. Even in trying life can be lived through him. I stand. I sit. I lay grateful.
And when she does; From out of the night, Takes shape of the one I remember
Fondly recalling, all that was said, Gathering up each word anew like snowflakes, each delicately unique upon an outstretched palm, waiting to melt our hearts, forming a singular bond of loving unbreakable friendships
She waded through the waters Of his dark and troubled river In the cradle of her arms She was salvation and forgiver as She held his head close to her breast to stop him slipping under When the current tried to take him When his mind was plagued with thunder in the dark... The riverbanks were crumbling And the storm so unforgiving The welcome from the bed Was for the lost and not the living She waded through the water And she calmed the angry river Still she keeps him close beside her And her...