To be heard is a wondrous thing
It lightens just about everything
Dealing with the church is hard for me
Gets mixed up with God and I can’t see
What really matters or where I’m at
I had big dreams — they’re crumpled at last
It’s a question of help, not just money
The money I’d use to keep myself well
Because I have my truth — my truth to tell
And in the telling I am set free
Of the lingering pain inside of me.