And I cry when they are happy
And I cry when they are sad
And I fight when they are vicious
And when they’re sane I am half mad
And their honor’s not my business
And their nights are sticks and stones
And their highs aren’t my decisions
And how they dig deep in my bones
And in the morning how they haunt me
And in my chills I cry to God
And how the music’s simply music
And how I hear my tears applaud
And how my heart knows it is fallen
And how my soul is stoned and chained
And how I utter and I utter
Crimson blood the page is stained
And how my love weeps in a ballad
Seven thousand drops of gold
And the poets they are laughing
And the gamblers bow and fold
While the minutes tick for hours
Deep within the months and years
While I rhyme at sobbing flowers
With a jester’s cloak of tears
And how the trees they search for sunshine
And how they wither without rain
Within a world lacking water
And the oceans have been drained
And how the stars they wander lonely
And the moon is never full
And how the comets are ripped shadows
Within this nothingness I mull
And how you feel the superficial
From those close and dear to you
For they shall never hear the voices
Nor shall they know the world is blue
And how you thank God for this blessing
And how you find a peace in this
Within this empty empty writing
Within this sadness full of bliss
And then a river smiles in calmness
And then the trees grow green and bright
And all this beauty’s simply stunning
And then the afternoon is light
And then the birds lay down a ballad
And the decaf taste so good
And how the children play in kindness
And all love is understood
And then the maple leaves are dancing
Within a gentle waltz of joy
And how my pen begins a journey
And then its ink’s a little coy
Of a magic born of wishes
Where goodwill is feeling well
And how I touched a piece of heaven
And I have walked another hell
For I had lost my pen while walking
And I was loaned one just to use
And how I lost an early sadness
And how I found a better fuse
And three times I sort of smiled
And how they turned into a grin
And how I thanked God for the moment
And how I watched the joy begin
And in this world how I welcomed
Every breath that I had drawn
Every teardrop that had fallen
Every morning’s breaking dawn
And in the quiet I found freedom
And in my chains there was a mirth
And every heartache that had hurt me
And then I understood their worth
And then I stopped to eat a cracker
And I had a piece of cheese
And then I drew a draught of water
That did much much more than please
And as my mood grew silent passive
Within this joy of solitude
And how I thanked God for the moment
And for this sweet soft interlude
And the TV had no motion
And how the radio was mute
And perhaps my pen was rapid
For which my mind could not dispute
That in the coming of the welcomed
Upon this Sunday afternoon
On this first day of September
Which seemed to come a little soon
As I walk I walk together
And not alone another mile
Within a true insane surrender
And I surrendered with a smile
