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in the birdsong and the wind
God plays his violin!



[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/29/2016
Happy leap year everyone!
I am feeling much better! In fact I have a part time job with my family! So I won't be able to be on site as much as I used to be. Please understand I love you all. But I really need this job. Wish me luck!

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Depression is gradual,
It doesn't start off looking in the mirror and thinking 'I hate myself'
It's more like every day you get worse and worse until eventually you realize how many times a day you fake a laugh,
It's the times you wanted to curl up into a ball but instead you fake a smile and act normal.

Depression is not self harm,
It isn't defined by the number of scars you have or how deep they are,
It isn't the nights spent crying or how your home life is,
It's feeling tired all the time and having this hole in your chest that no amount of fake smiles can fill.
It's nights spent staring at a wall or constantly sleeping because nothing is worth doing.

Depression is not romantic,
It can't be cured with a few hugs and I love you's,
It isn't scars to be kissed or bruises to be caressed,
It's nights spent alone even when there are people beside you,
It's emptiness and realizing that all of those things you used to do, that you used to revel in, aren't worth it anymore.

Depression is real,
It isn't wanting attention or someone to tell you everything will be fine,
It isn't wearing short sleeves so people notice your scars or telling everyone how sad you are,
It is looking at the casket of one of your friends because we didn't notice it, because no one saw the signs,
It's a noose around your neck 24/7 because that's all you can think about,
It's emptiness and loneliness,
It's sleepless nights but sleep filled days,
It is the worst feeling in the world,
Depression is real and depression kills
I wrote this about my own depression and I got my friends to describe what depression felt like to them. Sorry if this is sad but it's the truth. I hope no one feels triggered by this.
He our God, has risen no more is he dead and bury.
He whom walked on water, has defeated death as well.
For he is our God and our Savior whom took our sins.
Now we can boldly go to his Throne room for forgiveness.
Christ whom made the blond to see and the deaf to hear.
Has rescue us from going to h3ll that we all deserve to go.
But he loved us enough to create that open door to heaven.
So that we have a chance to spend all eternity with him.
Still its up to us, for he has given each of us free will too.
As long as it takes
These calloused hands
To tell you their story
I could show you instead

Grab me a hammer
And a handful of nails
As I turn the page
With these calloused hands

Years in the making
Working the land
Just like my daddy
And his before him

It's just what we do
Mono a mono as men
All we go through
With calloused hands

Hear what I say
Watch what I do
This story's as old
As it is new

I thank God every day
That I still can
Through life make my way
With these calloused hands
Is there anyway
this day I could borrow
It's been the perfect day
I'd love to use it tomorrow

I'd take its sweet morning crispness
and spread it out evenly
as God and man is my witness
I'd give it again generously

Its breeze I would take
without you even knowing
let it brush gently against your face
so it would feel worth in blowing

I would take the sunshine
give it to the new morning, noon, and night
if I could just borrow this day
and do with it as I like
the day that she see's
i'm not what she thinks
it's ta-ta

when little ole me
no longer fits all her needs
it's ta-ta

sooner or later she's bound to find out
i'm not all this nor any of that

the day i skip a beat
and she figures out me
it's ta-ta

when her brain finally meets
the one and only true me
it's ta-ta

you can only fool someone so long
soon enough forget the words to the song

when she finds my heap
is not really that deep
it's ta-ta

when she takes a good peak
causing her then to freak
it's ta-ta
I saw a lonely cross
on the side of the highway
The name doesn't matter
at least not to me anyways
There were fresh flowers laid
like those on a grave
Leaving thoughts of my own
stories to be made

Could be that of a child
a father or mother
The last moment spent
by a friend or a lover
Triggering for me the thoughts
on the passing of others
From this side of life
to that of another

To hold memories tight
of lost sons and lost daughters
The moments we make
as we stumble and falter
Of the souls that we held
that are with us no longer
I saw a cross on the highway
placed there to remember
Love spends the day
Wherever it likes
Out in the open
With no need to hide
Making its way
In pure delight
Sticks to the path
Where it's easy to find

The problem we have
That of mankind
Being lost in the woods
For most of our lives
So we struggle with love
In our hopes to find
As love spends the day
Wherever it likes
Come 6 o'clock
There's the turn of the lock
As her key slips in the door

That's the moment when
I start wondering
Where she was again the night before

Always with the excuse
She loves to use
Out on the town with her girlfriends

If I've heard it once
I've heard it more than enough
No need to hear it all over again

As she floats past the bed
I'm playing dead
The same with our love life

Hard pressed to say when
Or how long it has been
Since we shared this bed at night

I could question it all
As I'm played for the fool
Though not the only pawn in her game

If you think about
There is somebody else
On the other side she must treat the same
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