I’ve had this song stuck in my head for hours, and as I sit here trying to write, it’s all I can think of. So, I’m taking a cue from my brain, which is mostly mush at this point.
There but for the grace of God go I, indeed.
What are you changing?
Who do you think you’re changing?
You can’t change things, we’re all stuck in our ways.
It’s like trying to clean the ocean,
What do you think, you can drain it?
It was poison and dry long before you came.
PS: I posted the eighth piece of my miscarriage recovery story, if you’re interested.