The cure
The cure
Now my days are brighter
even when it rains.
And my thoughts are lighter
even with all life’s pains.
I notice I can start again
life is coming back.
It does not look so much in vain.
no more that crazy lack.
The meaning of disease
physical or mental,
who knows the locks and keys,
is there a reason at all.
But where cure turns up
and the light comes in,
It shows another start.
I’ll see it clear where to begin.
And that devil and I will part.
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