When you start to take away the pain, you find even more pain inside.
You have to be brave,
you have to be kind to those parts. The parts you don’t like.
You have to wrap your arms around them and hug your pain so tight.
Just like you would a lover.
Those fragile parts of you, are so beautiful.
Just like a flower all ready to bloom.
It needs your light first, it needs your embrace.
It needs to know it belongs, before you can set it free.
My voice become lost in translation, somewhere along the way.
But somehow the message came through.
Now I can finally hear my song again.
and this time I am not afraid.
I feel life’s gentle hand touching me across my shoulder.
I can smell all of life’s wonders.
The sky has become clear,
clear enough to count every star.
I smell life in the wind, in its breeze and it brings me home again.