The power of the life I live,
Is a wondrous gift its true.
But often in my madness,
I wonder what difference to know.
So many blessings I receive,
And daily I know much more.
So why does my craziness,
Offend my mind to say jump?
The world will go on spinning,
Control lost upon the face of her.
And always I’d be known as mad,
Though in a time who’d care?
It is hope that keeps me going,
For one day, I believe.
The need to jump and lose it all,
Will have vanished into air.
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