I could write about darkness,
And the losses I've felt,
But today,
Oh today,
I feel flowers growing in my lungs,
And I can smell the roses blooming.
I don't have the time,
Nor the patience,
Nor the space,
To pay any attention to the aches.
I feel the sunshine in my brain,
It warms me from the inside out,
And I swear you felt it when you touched me.
My feet,
They want to dance,
For the first time in forever,
And for once my subconscious is singing.
But today,
Oh today,
It is singing.