Sincerely Part III
The Wounded Healer

With the weight of the burden
My back hurts
Jews-ers

Wipe those tears off
Don’t worry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Hold me tightly
I’m sturdy
I’m sorry, I’m sorry

I promised to my mother then
That I would never cause her suffering
No you’re not looking at a bluffing man
The laughter that you taught me is the joy to give the comforting
And my body is just buffering
Thawing slowly, do you hear the springs they are recovering
And soon I will be buff again
Control my Dalet Amot, the rest I leave it up to them

Rebuilt from the ashes every bump could only stoke the phoenix
Trained my resilience, don’t even feel remotely finished
I chose life, I’m sorry we’re just hopeless dreamers
From back stroke to front crawl, I better fly it was a stroke of genius

I slowed down, started assessing
Seeing the whole view, it was a lesson
Decapitated at birth, I was destined
I was chosen, Locked- in was a blessing

We are still people though, there are surprises
with real emotions Release that tight fist,
Open my hand mom I need your guidance
Fine look away, I don’t want to see you like this

Wipe those tears off
Don’t worry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Hold me tightly
I’m sturdy
I’m sorry, I’m sorry

And I know we can rebuilt
And I know the stem will be fulfilled
And I know we’re holding on to guilt
And I know the hidden treasure revealed

Wipe those tears off
Don’t worry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Hold me tightly
I’m sturdy
I’m sorry, I’m sorry X2

Not set in stone
And don’t have to debate it till the sentence close
Each setting’s close, the Satan’s clothes
Prada how I call the Kettle Blech’lled stove
Lovin Ketzle’s home, but I sit alone, settle down
The lesser known breathwork remains the metronome

Day, Night, Day, Night, Day, Night, That’s a week
Did or didn’t I, Dad or the Knie, Data Denied Nasa Niche
Ma we have a problem, who’s then gonna Tekes have the speech
Alas, dazed look, the Shpiel’s bigger when you have to speak

Made a name for myself when I strayed from the dark
When they reached all timelows, yes I gave them a spark
I’m a religious optimist, so to cave in is Shtark
But I threw away the page and went straight from the heart

Listen close, this mezuza that was promised at the threshold
Held from Abraham to Joshua then all the way to Heschel
I’ve lost G-d’s form but an aping body’s but a vessel
Son is Raw, Elemental, Jay, bare, cobbled heal the rest-soul

We are still people though, there are surprises
with real emotions Release that tight fist,
Open my hand mom I need your guidance
Fine look away, I don’t want to see you like this
Please look at me you need to see me like this

Wipe those tears off
Don’t worry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Hold me tightly
I’m sturdy
I’m sorry, I’m sorry

And I know we can rebuilt
And I know the stem will be fulfilled
And I know we’re holding on to guilt
And I know the hidden treasure revealed