by Damon Mathews

Created on: January 10, 2009   Last Updated: January 20, 2009

The journey did come for us very young down roads of perilous chance, turning away from the world of today, seeking solace from circumstance.

Smart, yet, naive, we tried to achieve happiness in spite of the pain; by heights of flight reckless with might coming to views seldom seen.

Don't worry my friends hopelessness has end, it's just the Bi Polar Blues.

They said it was wrong to want to belong in a place so "high" above men.Couldn't they see that it was to be in this place we'd find our best friend? From high place we fall barely to recall all promise laid before eyes. All that we'd learned, yet, failed to discern, couldn't stop our demise.

Don't worry my friends hopelessness has end, it's just the Bi Polar Blues, our Bi Polar Blues.

From deep in low places only death to embrace us, misery surly wanted it's company, as spirits ran low the deeper we'd go, even it hadn't heart to accompany. Surly you see only time sets us free, and our time to fly comes once more. The pain that we know, is the pain that can't show, and someday we'll fly forever more.

Don't worry my friends hopelessness has end, it's just the price we all must pay; staying true to ourselves despite sickness or health, waiting for promise of better days.

We're in the Bi Polar Blues, those Bi Polar Blues, you see, we all sometimes get those kind of Blues, but, it's just the Blues. It's just the Bi Polar Blues, and if you don't think you've got the Blues, I got news for you, it's the Blues, just the Bi Polar Blues!

So on to the place where we all must face the fears we keep deep inside, pray strength in our will, helps us to fill all holes we've had in our minds. If this will should fail let heaven avail, after all it's from this we're created, in spite of our sins we ask hope be reinstated.

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