May Your Magic Comfort Me

Spiders crawl on you
On your shoes, and on me
They spin their webs upon piano keys
And so irresistibly, I teem

For you, I could write one thousand symphonies

As I watch you be carried off to sleep by some lonely ghost
As I watch you be carried off to sleep by some lonely ghost
I ask myself, “How can I be as happy?”

Starved for language and affection
Starved for language and affection

My spirit is derelict and pines for salvation
My spirit is derelict and pines for salvation
I celebrate myself, and sing myself
For although I am a broken person, I can find
Newness and joy in еvery day of my life
Newnеss and joy in every day of my life

I am scared of looking my inner child in the eyes and telling them, “I love you and it wasn’t your fault”