I'm only human, With scars and marks and bruises Let's sit at this table and share our pains and amusements Let's learn from each other And pray that the internal screaming in our minds Dims to a faint whisper, May we blast Love and Hope and Peace Through our hearts, May our hearts grow three sizes bigger Like the Grinch's heart And may we find in each other A quiet solace Ready to hold each other in maternal arms YOU ARE LOVED This I must confess To myself and to every other suffering soul You are so dearly loved I see your suffering And I'm willing to meet you At the place of your utter defeat And in that place I shall lift you up And put a crown upon your head And bless you in a way That will make you forget All the tragedies before now So, relax, my Dear You've made it this far But no matter where you are, You are always so close to My Heart.
A stream of conciousness that starts out with some sort of relationship in which each person helps the other carry the weight of their pain. And then it turns into this sort of love letter from God, about how He ultimately lifts us out from our pit of despair and blesses us in a way that helps us forget our former agony (cue the story of Job).