So the question remains Am I still innocent in some small way When all these states Oh, how they push and they shove They make me scream at the top of my lungs As if I'm falling in and out of love And while the heavens remain Tantalizing me with their prospect of faith That it's our burdens that make us great And through my cries of shame I hear them laughing for I have yet to feel true pain Saying: God makes no mistakes But can you tell me what is me Is it the fluidity between the matter and energy The things you can and cannot see God makes no mistakes And if I chose to speak Not of a portent or a creed Would my euphoria go away along with my grief For don’t we suffer for our art This human condition that tears us apart For is there be beauty without the shock God makes no mistakes And through all my lessons learned My unique perspective of this world Tell me is it struggles that give us sight For is there triumph if there’s no triumph of mind? God makes no mistakes So the question remains If I took my meds to help me alleviate Is my passion intertwined solely with my pain So the question remains Would I love as deeply if I no longer Felt this way Tell me, would I still love deeply the same A healthy dose