Why is it that every time I use a handicap stall I dream of Living my life within The cube of a room My own sink and toilet Room enough for a bedroll and A hook for my clothes The banging on the door Could get annoying All in all pretty comfy digs And when my three minutes Have ended I wash my hands Wish there were a mirror And get on with things Maybe the next one Will have a mirror and I can start moving in
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Addicts visit a world of trouble On their children Raining chaos and disharmony Down on them All of the time or Intermittently Not sure which is worse Knowing it's going to be awful Every day or Not knowing when the storm will hit Giving up all hope or Keeping hope that it will be ok Only to have hope shattered again And no matter how many Meetings groups books and mentors The children believe deep down That if only they could have been better They could have stopped it Fixed it somehow If only they could Be good enough Addicts visit a world of trouble On their children Raining chaos and disharmony Down on them All of the time or Intermittently Not sure which is worse Knowing it's going to be awful Every day or Not knowing when the storm will hit Giving up all hope or Keeping hope that it will be ok Only to have hope shattered again And no matter how many Meetings groups books and mentors The children believe deep down That if only they could have been better They could have stopped it Fixed it somehow If only they could Be good enough In the midst of stress and strain I take one minute to step back Look at the true nature Of what is going on Right now No one is dying No one has died We are not wasting of sickness We have roof walls a bed Family that we share love with Food enough for days Education that the world could envy We want for nothing Yet these stresses pull at the Mind and heart as if They were critical We must pull back Take a good look And appreciate what we have Plenty |