I wish I could say my life was awesome and surreal,
but instead I face the reality that my life is too real,
lacking money, entertainment and any uplifting appeal.
My life with bipolar is surreal in a different kind of way,
unbelievable my life turned out this way. It’s not a good day.
No money to buy food, necessities or pay my bills,
never get to do anything that’s fun or have any thrills?
Don’t even live paycheck to paycheck, don’t make it that far.
Have too many bills and loans to pay, and I need a new car.
Looking to find hope. I lost my hope. Where did she go?
Where is my magnifying glass? I can’t see the hope.
Where is my faith? I lost that too.
I need some binoculars to search far and wide.
Faith and hope I need you to come back into my life.
I get down on my hands and knees and pray,
bow my head, slump over as far as my body will go,
close my eyes and squeeze my hands tightly together, as if the pressure will force my faith and hope to leak out to the surface, renewing my spirit.
Praying out to the Lord, I know He can hear it.
He will answer my prayers
because he loves me and cares.
I found my faith and hope
I must keep fighting and cope.
Maybe one day my life will become a different kind of real,
with an uplifting appeal, the unbelievable awesome kind of surreal.
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