This sludge that I trudge through, this life that I live.
Only relieved, by the help that you give.
You cleanse torments muck, wash my soul.
You accept me and my baggage, the package as a whole.
For this I thankyou, my gratitude will never cease.
For times you’ve stopped me sinking, in you I’ve belief.
This sludge that I trudge through, whilst hard I’ll admit.
Has an end in sight, in view, an end and you’re it.
Thankyou Beauty… nuff said! ❤☠☠❤