ayurvedium

i took this down far too soon:


another recovery song:

pale winter sun
means the days are getting shorter
but somehow each one
seems a bit longer

...it's been a hard year

they say patience is a virture
but it's been so long to wait
praying for answers
clinging to faith

come on now,
dry those tears

at the gate called beautiful
may you find your miracle

angels watch you through the night
wake you with the morning's light

so you sit by your window
as the world passes by

oh! to be a cloud

to have the freedom to fly
to rise above the pain
but freedom's elusive
when you feel so alone
when the view is your companion
and a chair is your home

you'll be free again

at the gate called beautiful
may you find your miracle

angels hide you in their wings
perfect things to you they bring

now the battle you've fought
has taken its toll
the flesh has grown weak
but there is strength in your soul
and resolve in your voice

and as the springtime approaches
the days are getting longer
and each passing day i see you a bit stronger

oh! how we'll rejoice!

at the gate called beautiful
you have found your miracle

angels watch you through the night
wake you with the morning's light
angels hide you in their wings
perfect things to you they bring