The Celtic of the night,
Give me peace,
Give me right .
Bless me, help me to fight ,
Father give me flight ,
So that I may find ease,
And erase this pain ,
So that I may stop crying in vain . . .
My words float into the air,
I can�t catch them and I don�t care .
I wrote this when I was troubled, plagued by negative thoughts of self-hatred. The 1st line means the light of clarity. The 2nd line is about spirituality. Lines 3 through 9 are a plea to be free from my self-loathing. Lines 10 and 11 are saying I don�t care anymore.
