Lifeline

Happy are they
who don’t understand their burdens
Wait for the Lord to choose
Heaven or Hell
No need for rhyme or reason
Lucky is he
who takes what he’s given and offers no change
Has one too many, but
he doesn’t care
or waste his time searching for answers
Need a reason to live
Each time you falter or stumble
No need to forgive
We shared a lifetime
of hopes and repressions
it’s high time to live
A lifeline
of shared apprehensions and
we take what we give
I’ll tell you mine
if you show me yours
Our bags are all full
I’ll lend you a hand if you
take what you’ve got
I know it’s a lot to carry
Take a breath and hold on
Cling to the warmth that surrounds you
Always say, «carry on…»
How did I know
where you would go for shelter?
I saw you so clearly and
I see you now
You have to allow for something