Blessed are the naïve
For they shall believe every comforting word

Blessed are the forgetful
For they don’t have to remember

Blessed are the estranged
For they don’t know what it’s like to be involved

Blessed are the liars
For they have the truth to fall back on

Blessed are the perverse
For they know what’s wrong with them

Blessed are the deaf
For they can be alone

Blessed are the lost
For they at least know where they belong

Blessed are the young people
For they have no regrets

Blessed are they that expect the worst
For they shall not be disappointed