The view from the Chapel shows fingers close yet apart,
The essence persists but cannot reach the core;
Asking for happiness is out of the question,
But peace of mind is waiting impatiently.

Great and terrible occurances don't rely on thought,
The gift of perception allows us to be strong;
Then perceptions become realities--at least to us,
OH--if only you didn't have to stare at that ceiling!

The sun's power effects me greatly,
My body aches for my soul in the night.
How can a person be grateful for every breath;
OH--why did I fall in love with the morning?!

To receive things so knowingly undeserved,
Pushes me towards my destiny;
When trees fall and mouths rest content,
OH--to feel happiness for one glorious moment!