Give Me Sadness

 Give Me Sadness


Give me sadness                  
and give me pain                      
I will grow through grief                      
and transform tears into summer rain

Watering the roots of the soul                      
finding joy in the earth renewed                      
cherishing a bittersweet mood                                      
                      
I walk in darkening shadows                      
parched desserts and churning seas                      
to find ....                      
life is the same on the other side                      
                      
But I have changed                      
and everything is rearranged                    
seeing laughter within our grief                                              
and life within our madness

Weeping in mirth and laughing in agony                      
I am alive, my spirit revived  
                          
Choosing to feel everything  
though these trials our spirits grow                        
as we learn to love even in our sorrow

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