Be generous with your pain.
If you are feeling blue…
Lend you grief to the vast blue sky.
Whisper your fears to the wind.
It will carry it to the trees,
Who will loan it to the breeze,
And she will carry it away…
To a distant land.
If the tears won’t cease,
Pretend its raining…
From mountains of clouds,
Piled high in the sky.
Climb higher till you find,
The One Who will take care of it all.
Never trust another soul,
Distraught, distressed, depressed are they,
They do not look to the sky,
They do not whisper to the wind,
The mountains of clouds they do not climb.
They will take your grief like it is a parcel
And pass it around,
Maliciously enjoying the game.