I am simply happy that I am given a second chance to start over again: A second slate to fill in more precisely and beautifully. Not everyone gets a good second chance.
God knows I laid my last canvass to waste. While taking less time filling it up with careless brush strokes, I ruined it.
It disappointed me. It pained me immensely to part with my beautiful canvass, now of less value than before it was painted on.
I had to leave it in a room, hidden under a black shroud of forgottenness.
But now... my second chance is here. I will not disappoint. I will not ruin us again. Trust in God to make it all beautiful for us again. I will bless you with my life song. You will sing majestically of Him.
What can we scrape together...
Handfuls of hate and the bittersweet ambivalence...
'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life
...You could die a thousand ways
And I'd still love you back to life
...I am lost to the longing
I am moulded by the memory
Had shut down half my mind
Just to steal the space you left behind
...'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
...I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life
(~Mean Sleep, by Lenny Kravitz and Cree Summer)
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