Thank you for digging me out
From the pile of moldering leaves,
Wiping the hallmark of shout
That the autumn has left on my sleeves.
Thank you for taking my hand
And helping me rise from despair;
For pretending that you understand
The whistling wind in my hair.
Thank you for giving me light
When shade was asleep in my head
And leading me home through the night
From the porch, to the edge of my bed.
Thank you for being so kind
And giving the blessing of trust
To my tired and fanciful mind
That was stuck in the claws of the past.
You gave me the force to restart;
My future was lain in a man.
Thank you for healing my heart
And thank you for hurting again.