HEAVENS SENSE

by Moody~Blues

A young heart
a frozen spirit.
Lies alone
in her bed.
She's afraid
of what she's heard.
She's afraid of what
she's seen.
She's afraid...
of her own thoughts...
She has her dolls
all about ...
Yet, even they
can not stop the shout!
Mom tells her to count the sheep...
as they jump over the fence.
But all she can think...
is to try to make 'Some Sense'
She is afraid.
Holding onto her dolly's braid,
she tries again to count those sheep
for they have been promised
to bring her sweet sleep.
One, two, three, four, five...
again her thoughts take a dive
into a deep dark place,
The 'Unknown' wrings her face,
her thoughts relenting ' no grace.'
You see, they 'forgot'
to tell her that she's been bought...
at a great price...
She felt as though she had been
diced and sliced.
Her heart bled with great fear...
for this 'life' she held
so dear.
Six, seven,... they forgot...
to tell her 'bout Heaven.
Eight, nine, ten...
a "big fat hen"
It didn't bring the normal grin.
What's this about SIN?
Her thoughts rang on as monsters
out from under her bed
as if playing tag
inside her little head.
She moves on to bigger numbers,
Ten, twenty, thirty,
fourty, fifty, sixty, seventy...
Maybe more...the thought
makes her sore.
Eighty...
          Ninety...
ninety ...four...
plus maybe a few more.
Then you "die"
And then you "die"
and then you
      "DIE"
Would this be 'enough time'
for her to learn to fly?
No! her heart let out the cry.
her eyes
baring her sigh.
How could life be so cruel...
she labored in her duel.
She had no idea that she was
blind...that life really was kind.
They forgot to tell her
'bout 'Heavens Sense.'
  that she'd been bought
  with a great price...
  so that her life would be nice!
Many a sleepless night
 were given up
  in the fight...
If only they'd of remembered
to tell her
so she could clear her sight.
That the Lord God above
His Son and 'bout the Dove...
How He loved her so much
that he gave His only Son...
and sent to us His dove.
That she could have 'hope.'
He had the other end
of her rope...
Time would be given for her
to learn to fly!
She didn't have to worry
that she was going to die.
She'd live her life with peace;
for her Spirit
would never cease.
She'd get her wings...
and a crown!
Once her feet
had left the ground.

 One, two, three,
     four, five, six,
            seven...
If only they hadn't
forgot.
'To tell her.'
How they could have set
her little heart free!
Eight and nine,
and how she would shine...
She could once again
hear, "BIG FAT HEN"
              and grin.

Moody~Blues is a member of our Bipolar Disorder community, and originally posted this poem on our Forum.