For a time I let the wind decide,
Which seeds would land and where they'd hide.
A tangled garden, wild and free,
With blossoms grown for company.
I poured my water, bit by bit,
On thirsty roots that didn't fit,
And watched the sunbeams of my days
Bend to another's wilting ways.
​
oh I have found the thread of gold,
A map that only I can read.
The old story has grown cold,
I am the sower of my seed.
I'll plant my moonflowers and my ferns,
In soil that tenderly returns.
This garden is for me alone,
The wildest place I've ever known.
​
My nature is a running stream,
A crystal-clear and giving dream.
But now my banks are fortified,
No longer will my flow be dried
By fields that only drink and take,
To soothe their own unending ache.
My currents turn to greet the light,
To nurture what is true and right.
​
oh I have found the thread of gold,
A map that only I can read.
The old story has grown cold,
I am the sower of my seed.
I'll plant my moonflowers and my ferns,
In soil that tenderly returns.
This garden is for me alone,
The wildest place I've ever known.
​
My soul is not a borrowed cup,
To be filled up and poured right out.
It is a wellspring bubbling up,
With stars and whispers, chasing doubt.
The giving is a sacred grace,
For kindred gardens in their place.
​
oh I have found the thread of gold,
A map that only I can read.
The old story has grown cold,
I am the sower of my seed.
I'll plant my moonflowers and my ferns,
In soil that tenderly returns.
This garden is for me alone,
The wildest place I've ever known.

A hollow echo in my core,
Where vibrant dreams had lived before.
I wandered paths that weren't my own,
A solitary seed, unsown.

The mirror showed a stranger's face,
Lost in a disorienting space.
Each passing day, a muted hue,
My own true compass, out of view.

Oh, the distance I had strayed,
Behind a curtain, soft and deep,
From the truest self displayed,
Secrets my weary spirit keep.

I wore a guise, a borrowed skin,
To navigate the world within.
But whispers rose, a gentle plea,
To shed the false and finally be.

A quiet stirring took its hold,
A buried story to unfold.
I felt the truth begin to rise,
And clarity unveiled my eyes.

Oh, the distance I had strayed,
Down roads that weren't aligned with me,
From the self that brightly played,
Yearning for authenticity.

The walls within begin to mend,
A fragile strength starts to ascend.
No need to hide, no need to feign,
Embracing who I am again.

The wellspring of my soul revives,
Where true desire now survives.
I see my future, clear and bright,
Rediscovered in my own inner light.

Oh, the distance I had strayed,
Where buried truths began to sleep,
From the self that light conveyed,

Oh, the distance I had strayed,
Down roads that weren't aligned with me,
From the self that brightly played,
Yearning for authenticity.

No need to hide, no need to feign,
Embracing who I am again.

Through winding paths where shadows used to play,
I walked through hardship, learning on the way.
Each mark a lesson, etched within my soul,
From moments broken, now I'm feeling whole.
And in the dust, a new strength took its hold,
A vibrant story, bravely to unfold.

Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.

The quiet whispers of the road I've seen,
Of heavy burdens, where my spirit's been.
But through the struggles, a truer self grew bright,
From scattered pieces, stepping into light.
The wisdom gained, a comfort understood,
From every challenge, something truly good.

Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.

No longer tied to what has come and gone,
I find my rhythm, greeting a new dawn.
The future calls me, open, clear, and wide,
A field of dreams, with nowhere left to hide.
With open heart, I step into the sun,
Embracing all the good that's now begun.

Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.

So let the music of my journey rise,
A hopeful song beneath these open skies.
Each morning light, a promise I embrace,
A brand new chapter, finding its own space.

Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.

Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.

And with each breath, a thankful heart I find,
For all the blessings, leaving doubts behind.

Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.

The world keeps turning, a quiet plea,
A soft voice asking, "What will I be?"
From early morning, a gentle, new start,
To evening's quiet, a settling heart.
The flower opens, soft and green,
Then turns to dust, while we are fast asleep.

We rise and fall, like waves in the sea,
A blink of the eye, and no longer seen.
I look for wisdom in the birds that fly,
Making their patterns in the open sky.
Do they remember all the days they've known?

Oh, what life has spun,
Beneath the eye of moon and sun.
And yet, we long to find the key,
To mend what's broken, know what's meant to be.

The winds that pushed them, and the seeds they've sown?
This fragile body, this breath, this steady beat,
A short, sweet dance, with joy and sorrow meet.

Oh, what life has spun,
Beneath the eye of moon and sun.
And yet, we long to find the key,
To mend what's broken, know what's meant to be.

Our laughter echoes, then it fades away,
A silent question, born of every day.
We wish for things that stay the same,
But even beauty fades away.

We chase the quiet, want the river still,
But pages turn against our will.
We search for answers, to see and to know,
While nature whispers as the seasons go.

Oh, what life has spun,
Beneath the eye of moon and sun.
And yet, we long to find the key,
To mend what's broken, know what's meant to be.

This great big plan, this woven tapestry,
Where does it lead, and what does it mean?
The answer isn't in the final days,
But in the years that we lost our way.

Oh, what life has spun,
Beneath the eye of moon and sun.
And yet, we long to find the key,
To mend what's broken, know what's meant to be.

Oh, what life has spun,
Beneath the eye of moon and sun.
And yet, we long to find the key,
To mend what's broken, know what's meant to be.

The answer isn't in the final days,
But in the years that we lost our way.

I long to see, with clearer sight,
Through eyes that burn with passion's light.
Looking within, a sacred space,
Where spring's own warmth leaves a sweet trace.
The air grows heavy, soft and low,
And birds share secrets I don't know.
Their whispered stories, not for me,
Lost to my yearning, wild and free.

Oh, how beautiful is poetry,
When words are pebbles in my shoe?
Oh, how beautiful is freedom,
When held tight within the hands of time?
Oh, how beautiful is quiet peace,
When it slips my grasp like a fish in the stream?

And sometimes it's a desolate view,
Like midnight city, stark and blue.
The clouds descend, a mournful grace,
Sinking to heaven's underground place.

This beautiful gift, imaginary flight,
A solace in the fading light.
But still, the question lingers on,
Until the breaking of the dawn...

Oh, how beautiful is poetry,
When words are pebbles in my shoe?
Oh, how beautiful is freedom,
When held tight within the hands of time?
Oh, how beautiful is quiet peace,
When it slips my grasp like a fish in the stream?

The answer lies in how we learn to gaze,
Through mind's eye, heart's truth, in countless ways.
Our soul's deep wisdom, shining bright,
To guide our path throughout the night.

Oh, how beautiful is poetry,
When words are pebbles in my shoe?
Oh, how beautiful is freedom,
When held tight within the hands of time?
Oh, how beautiful is quiet peace,
When it slips my grasp like a fish in the stream?

But discerning the path, that's the key,
To know the difference, now to see.
The gentle answer, softly spoken,
A silent promise, never broken.

From deepest dark, where shadows clung like night,
A siren's heart, in sorrow's undertow, took flight.
Woven in currents of a bygone grief's deep,
A pearl of self, long lost, beyond sleep.
The ocean's floor, a tapestry of woe,
Held captive echoes, in a mournful flow.
My coral bones, they ached with memory's sting,
A wounded creature, unable to sing.

Rising from the depths, a new day dawning,
The shadow breaks, no more in mourning.
I found my voice where the waves now sing,
A mermaid's song, my new beginning.

But whispers rose, on salty breeze,
Of sunlit crests, where weary souls are freed.
A budding courage stirred within the night,
A blooming strength, ascending into light.
I felt the pull of tides I'd long denied,
A yearning essence, to be glorified.
The chains of anguish, barnacled and cold,
Began to loosen, as a new tale could unfold.

Rising from the depths, a new day dawning,
The shadow breaks, no more in mourning.
I found my voice where the waves now sing,
A mermaid's song, my new beginning.

I shed the scales of sorrow, pearlescent tears descend,
A liberation's current, where wounded souls ascend.
Emerging from the depths, a creature born anew,
My authentic cadence, ringing strong and true.
No longer bound by shadows, or the ocean's heavy sway,
I rise, a shimmering vision, at the break of day.

Rising from the depths, a new day dawning,
The shadow breaks, no more in mourning.
I found my voice where the waves now sing,
A mermaid's song, my new beginning.

My voice, once muted, now a crystal tone,
Reflecting starlight, making my spirit known.
The ocean's secrets, whispered on the air,
Reveal the strength that banishes despair.
Each ripple carries fragments from the past,
Released like seafoam, fading fast.
My spirit stretches, like a sunbeam on the waves,
No longer captive in watery graves.

Rising from the depths, a new day dawning,
The shadow breaks, no more in mourning.
I found my voice where the waves now sing,
A mermaid's song, my new beginning.

I shed the scales of sorrow, pearlescent tears descend,
A liberation's current, where wounded souls ascend.
Emerging from the depths, a creature born anew,
My authentic cadence, ringing strong and true.
No longer bound by shadows, or the ocean's heavy sway,
I rise, a shimmering vision, at the break of day.

The sea remembers, but it does not keep,
It offers solace, secrets buried deep.
And in its vastness, I have found my sight,
To greet the dawn, and walk into the light.

With fins of moonlight, and a heart unfurled,
My truest self, I give to the world.
The ocean whispers, "Go, and be true,"
A mermaid singing, the story of you.

Rising from the depths, a new day dawning,
The shadow breaks, no more in mourning.
I found my voice where the waves now sing,
A mermaid's song, my new beginning.

The soft sky spills a misty gray,
No easy place to hide away.
I used to chase a fading ray,
Hoping for a brighter day.

And I find my home, not in the ground,
But in the quiet space I've found.
The storms may rage, the winds may sigh,
But peace within begins to fly.

I wandered on, a quiet soul,
Wishing for a peaceful sign.
A gentle harbor to make whole
This restless heart of mine.

And I find my home, not in the ground,
But in the quiet space I've found.
The storms may rage, the winds may sigh,
But peace within begins to fly.

The moonlight paints the walls so pale,
As shadows dance and softly blend.
No longer caught in sorrow's veil,
My home's a quiet, inner friend.

And I find my home, not in the ground,
But in the quiet space I've found.
The storms may rage, the winds may sigh,
But peace within begins to fly.