Bring Your Neighbor Up With You

We both tend toward Darkness
We slip into melancholy on auto-pilot
Dropping beneath careless tides
To a blank soul-space
Sadness comes naturally to us

Between the two of us there is enough
Melancholy to trouble a home to breaking
But we won’t let it
We refuse to drag one another down
Riding a see-saw
If you are down I must be up
If I sink, you decide to rise
One of us brings sunshine to the other
Grasping a hand to pull a friend from the pit
Then slipping into it himself

Back and forth
Back and forth we go
A see-saw
A trade-off
I’ll lift you up
If you lift me
Later on

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