HALP

you always say it's lost,
but ne're recall it's found,
you say that you're about to drown,
then stand on solid ground
you claim you brain is ill,
but in that I disagree,
your mind is full of things of worth,
at least they are to me,
every time this happens,
the next day sun does shine,
you in love, and I in love,
and I so glad you're mine,
I can't help with taxes,
much to my lament,
I can't pay the bills,
though I'd donate my last cent,
I can't find the thing that's lost,
and I can't pay the rent,
I'm tired of impotency,
I hate that I can't aid,
I wish I could sing you to sleep,
and make your troubles fade,
i wish someday i'de wake up,
and all bad things enmesh,
inside a big brown burlap sac,
and toss right off a cliff,
and then you'd be so happy,
my darling babylove,
and i could hold you in my arms,
and never let harm come.