The Lifter

Coming up for a breath of air

Wondering if I look worse for wear

How did I let it get here again?

When exactly did it begin?

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Doing good, happy smile, bright

Gone in the morning after a long dreary night

Of worry, regret, confusion; pain

Does God look upon me in disdain?

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That dark cloud returned upon my back

Ready to unleash an anxiety attack

Depression is it’s clinical name

Seratonin draining is it’s game

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Maybe it’s an old enemy with a new face

Trying to take my feet out of their place

But wait! There’s a rock upon which I can stand

A Gentleman, Comforter, take His hand

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He’s got an answer for me, always will

He whispers, “I’ll lift your head, child be still”

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