Who will love me in my madness

When the fearsome mornings come without warning

In the melancholy of soft rain

And the dull grey days?

When I dare not to tell you who I am

Patched together with string

Fumbling, fearful, lost?

Who will love me in my madness

When you seek to lean on me

To glean from me some strength

That yesterday I seemed to have?

When I'm sure that i have failed

And not strong at all

And want to run away?

Soon my madness will be gone

And I will laugh every time I see the sun

But in those sad and fearful times

Who will love me?

~ James Kavanaugh