Dancing On Rooftops
I sing of you while I dance and shout on rooftops;
I am the one who wants to dance with the night sky
on my back with loud rock playing
in the night with dozens calling
who are just like me to skies above.
O God of ecstasy, give me
the man I love for all of time.
I cry my barbaric yawp of
the only one I’ll ever love.
O Baby dance with me on high.
I know my God and my man are
all I need singing on this roof.
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I like listening to music that is raucous and loud sometimes because it fits the mood I am in when I have on the manic side of my Bipolar Disorder. This is probably not healthy and yet it makes me feel like I am dancing in the heavens.