I feel inside of a dark fog
Lightheaded and free-falling
The reality compass spinning
A ghostly voice calling
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Prayers, searching for a reason
I’m an astronaut in space
Drifting into darkness
Disappearing with no trace
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I’m okay and then I’m not
I move forward then fall back
The journey becomes a squiggle
Thank god for Prozac
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I’m hanging by a thread
Survivors suffer in quiet
The world can’t hear the scream
Inside, there’s a scary riot
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Death is a black hole
Swallowing our being
Stripping us bare
Leaving us unfeeling
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Light breaks the shadows
A bud appears in the snow
Determined against the odds
Hope reborn as an embryo
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