Who else would

               The words that fell hold onto a tightly
woven knot. Healing the soreness that echoes
throughout the soul.

               Paleness softly caresses the wind
with copper. Once again I am standing in a moment
where I must begin anew.  How is it I gain all
this love and knowledge and then the joyful news
hurts?

               Soundless is the heart beat. Rummaging
through a fog, is the mind. Trying so hard to stay
positive and upbeat.

               Yet who am I trying to fool? Ah yes, myself.
Everyone sees the different me. I just didn't want
anyone to ever experience me stumbling over
uncontrollable emotions.

               Still I pick up all the scatter pieces, once
more. Oh I do dispise accomplishing something,
getting along well and then falling!

                Silently I nod to the music admitting
I am on the road to straightening out the wacky
emotional me.

               Oh how the wind pulls me. Begging the
tears to break, to sever themselves from my
pale blue eyes.

               Oh the raging storm that sends fire back
into my spirit. Loving Jehovah even more for his
love, his patience with me.

        So who else would do that just for me?