I Found Me a Drug

I found me a drug
that feels like a hug.
It feels very nice
like no other vice.

It helps me survive
through each single day.
There's no other thing
that can find me my way.

Why Does It Hurt?

Why does it hurt?
It didn't used to hurt.
I forgot that it hurt.
Now I remember it hurt.

Now that it hurts
I can face that hurt.
If I can face that hurt
There'll be no more hurt.

So, how do I face that hurt?
Do I tell somebody my hurt?
Does somebody know that I hurt?
Just someone there when I hurt.

Someone who'll hear my hurt.
Someone who'll know I hurt.
Someone who'll care that I hurt.
Someone who will release my hurt

This Very Weight

How does it feel to need to heal
if the feeling is real
but the truth won't reveal.

It's a lost and lonely thought
that I didn't do as I should ought.
I'm thinking that so maybe not.
But my mind with anguish is so fraught.

I certainly did not mean to hurt
And if I did is no real cert.
I'm sort of feeling like some dirt.
But knowing not is disconcert.

I guess I'll have to sit and wait
The pressure is so very great,
To have the record set on straight,
And have it lift this very weight.

My Gift

When I think of you I belong.When I think of you nothing is wrong.
When I think of you everything is right.
When I think of you the sun shines bright,
Even if only in my heart,
Even if we are apart.
You are my gift of love
That comes from heaven above.