This song is pulling the pain out of my heart a mass of incompletion yearning for expression from a source that could not provide But since bodies float to the surface when there’s no life left I guess my ocean wasn’t so deep after all I’ll be like Ophelia in the water petals and leaves floating around me As rhythm expresses what I had inside all along It was the weight of my mind fooling me into thinking I could never rise Now it’s the beat of my heart, fighting to be realised It pushes me up a final time after I pass away, singing To be victorious I must find glory in the little things, father take all the fears and sorrow from my life And it plays through the waves Lifting what’s left of me back to the shore, where I should have been all along Music is helping my heart to sing And it’s telling me that I’m not dead yet I still have inside of me the ability to live Because my heart never stopped beating or searching for a vessel to express all it was carrying Once again I am indebted to it Thank you for keeping me alive when I thought I was dead and gone
did you sleep through what you thought was winter with 2 blankets only to open your eyes and find that it was still dark, causing you to roll over and stay in bed for longer? But then realising that troubles don’t last, did you wake up one day to the sun shining outside, finally, onto dry pavements and windowpanes? Has it happened yet, that you feel optimistic for the year ahead despite the chaos all around and uncertainty of each moment? Among it all, is joy filling your heart slowly but surely from the bottom up, lovingly deciding to stick around until the end of year celebrations? Have you yet recognised the power to achieve anything you desire as the thing that you carried in your arms day and night throughout this season as the dark sky overpowered the presence of light in your life? Are you now seeing what is confirmed as hope at the end of your tunnel? They said things are looking up and it’s the first time you’ve felt that in months now it’s real You made it through winter whether you dragged, drugged, persuaded or willed yourself to do it in the face of all your tribulations You did it and you will do it again, just like you always have.