Oh,
my precious soul, where the blackness of discontentment lurks,
if only the sun would brightly shine.
The torments
and unrest of all the worlds’ troubles are on my shoulders
alone.
The heaviness
and pain of each dark cloud, no doubt was given to me by design.
Never a
positive thought do I have; continually all I do is moan and
groan.
I watch
all God’s splendor pass me by, never once believing
that I could fly.
In the
security of my own self-imposed prison, not seeing away to
flee, just on the verge of breaking down.
Appalling
fear and self-doubt are destroying my soul; you see I have
given up and won’t even try.
Hiding
my shame of depression and self-hatred, I wear the painted
face of a clown.
Never,
never once did it cross my mind, not even once… never
once did I realize that I could truly fly.
The strength
of my doubting thoughts and the demons of my past keep me
from walking through God’s lighted door.
Never,
never once did it cross my mind, not even once… never
once did I believe that I could soar through the awesome blue
sky.
Just like
the turn of a key or the turn of a knob… just as easy
as that I made my life so much more.
For me,
a new life began with just a positive thought or two, then
my thoughts grew into three or four, then there were more
and more; so many I can no longer count.
By simply
changing my thinking my mind grew into a beautiful garden
and it all started with just one positive seed.
The yearning
of dreams unfulfilled; now wonderfully put in front of me;
each day, right before my eyes, I watch my blessings continue
to mount.
All the
burdens of my self-inflected pain and self-denial, always
saying I can’t, from this prison I have been freed.
I now stand
on a mountaintop with my head way above the clouds, there
is no doubt that the beautiful golden rays of the sun will
always shine down on me; all that is required of me is to
simply try.
So many
dreams in my life I have the desire to achieve, at last I
have the key, and finally I realize they all must start inside
of me.
All I have
to do is want to fly bad enough; believing in myself, all
I have to do is spread my wondrous wings and sail way up high
in the sky.
Belief
in myself, never doubting for a second, planting seeds of
flowers; these are the keys, now my happiness and inner peace
is a guarantee.
The key
is me… The Key is me…
