Call Upon Zilch
Over at the open window is where eyes would wander,
Seeing up above the sky is where we would ponder.
During calm times, call upon Zilch.
Thinking about happy thoughts when a room gets loud,
hoping you'd have a cover to use like a shroud.
During calm times, call upon Zilch.
When the grasp of anxiety take hold of your heart,
shaking it violently back an forth and feeling like embedded darts.
During calm times, call upon Zilch.
For all of those times the feel to heavy to deal with, just call upon Zilch.
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