It almost seems too good to be true
Finally wounds start to heal
Even the knocks are temporary
Demons remain strong with prying claws
Ever so piercing in every swipe
But the wounds will eventually heal
Determination the healing aura
Searching for the garden fauna
Feeling camouflaged if just for a while
To gain one’s strength, eventually a smile
Even every false smile comes to an end
Desperation feeling easier with a friend
When happiness and sadness tend to collide
Our morale seems to always subside
Taking each day a step at a time
Taking solace in beer and in wine
To drink and drug the problem away
To hide from life, keep the demons at bay
Sink or swim to never be sure
Looking over our shoulders forevermore
Negative fights with us every minute of the day
Time to sleep always kept at bay
Shame full force, looking in the mirror
Fogged up glass, nothing is clearer
Can we breathe this dark oxygen?
Or should we just leave this life of sin?
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