I am light as air
And with this easy yoke
I see the stormclouds as just clouds
With no malcontented guise
I lift my hands unto the sky
And from the hills my help pours down
With all the rolling of the sea
And in this day my hope draws near.
I see the way and it is clear
I see the moment all alone
Free from all the burdens now
Today the sun breaks free.
1 comment:
an ironic calm and peace before the storm
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