thick skinned living...
when our lives turn upside-down and we have to survive
when our hearts burn with angst and we have to stay alive
it is hard to lift our eyes
and it is hard to hear something in the everything of daily life
we draw from small things to give us hope and direction
we draw from tiny moments as we steel ourselves against inner inspection
it is hard to remove the mist of dread
as we strain to hear a guiding voice in the drone of daily life
All we need is a stick
All we need is a crutch
To show us a way
To show us we're here to stay
We can then live on very little and fly
We can then lose and still hold our heads high
All we need is the love of those who understand thick-skin-stick-living...
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