Falling from grace
A place where the world is not friendly
The birds they no longer sing to her
The trees no longer whisper her name
She cannot hear
The wind, it blows through her hair
But she cannot feel
Running away
Calloused heart
catches her breath
Her words are salted wounds
Bubbling up from the place within
Stinging, with each syllable
The empty ache
This unfamiliar self
"This is not who I am"
Leads her back, climbing up to the sky
She falls back into grace
Where in this world, she is not alone
The birds sing to her
The trees whisper her name
And the wind blows through her hair
Honoring herself
Brave heart
catches her breath
catches her breath
Her words are like honey
Radiating from the place within
Soothing with each syllable
Finding herself familiar
in that sacred place
with wings
she had all along
flys into grace
~Almighty Heidi
4 comments:
Dare I say that the first line was a little cliched? But then on, the upward hike in the quality of words washes all the blemishes. All in all, I like.
damn, this is great, the turn-around, from sinking to the bottom, to rising into the skies...
This has inspired me to write some of my own lyrics today for some music I wrote and recorded. Thanks!
I love the contrast between the first and last line. I really liked that part because it made me wonder which part you wrote first.
Kindest regards,
Tom Bailey
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