tender mercies slip past the
shattered glass around my feet
I should have worn shoes today
but I looked in the mirror, and I forgot.
mosaic shards of pinks and blues
reflect back the brightest sun to my eyes
it's not so bad, no
it's not so bad.
distant hymns echo between
the pine trees all around
and I am found
my heart is full, my heart is full
and I am found.