As I drove home, words started coming to me. I had never written a song this way before: each word came individually without any relation to the next. By the third phrase, I could tell the song was for Slaker.
We had met today for lunch. He was feeling down.
In the past eight years, Slaker has had five car accidents. None were his fault. Shortly after his last accident, his doctor said that he expected Slaker would start feeling better in a few months. It’s now six months later and he still has the same pain with little end in sight. Unfortunately, his injuries are on top of past injuries so there’s also the psychological pain of wondering, “When will the series of disasters end?” If he fights and gets better, will he just be knocked down again?
"Peace for you. Peace for you. May it reach to your soul. Peace of mind. Ray of hope. May they lighten your weight."
Peace for you, my friend.
