Too tired to sleep
and too awake to keep stirring...
I want to trade this old soul in
for a new one today,
but i'm broke again;
the story of my life.

I waited around for him,
but Jesus never came for me...
Too caught up in my own webs,
I resort to my own ways
of mending my soul back
together
after the stormy seas
tore a whole in my sail.

Perhaps this is my path.
Quite unlike your own,
but perfectly fit for me,
and the torrents that flow
within my hardened heart
of present consequence.

I don't cry for the past anymore...
No, I just make ready for tomorrow
as if it were my last chance
to breath the air that grows thinner
each day I greet the morning sun.
And I am filled with life and laughter.

Perception is but a passing thing,
and so it is with love and grief.
That which ails us one day,
may lift us up the next...
and then back down...
and then up, yet again.

Like a fleet of ships,
sailing through everchanging waters,
we continue to sail onward.
Following the stars along the way,
as we rise and fall
with the movements of the tide...
As we rise and fall,
Kingdoms and all...
with the endlessly transient
rhythm of life

Right now my ship is at harbor
but someday I'll leave this lazy cove
and return, yet again,
to masterfully ride the waves
and sail across these waters
until I find myself at home.
And I am happy here
and I am at peace...