The cure I do not hold
Only when I meet someone to hold on
The cure I do not own
Only when I meet someone to call my own
The cure I do not possess
Only when I meet someone who put me first.

The cure belongs to God
And to the hands who share in pair

The cure asks someone who listens, who gives and care
Somebody who share pain and despair

Two people who interact with each other,
who communicate with one another,
Their personal meanings about the world and
who are in a position to find the line which connect to one another
Thruth
Trust
Commune
Two people who are in a position to share, God.

And if I possess the knowledge behind the illness
Then why am I still mentally ill?
Because knowledge isn't enough
And the cure does not accept the ego

Two hands
sharing all in one
This is where God is to be found.