Oh. I'm trying to work things out. I'm trying to comprehend. Am I the chance result. Of some great accident?. . I hear a rhythm call me. The echo of a grand design.
It's been a hard year. But I'm climbing out of the rubble. These lessons are hard. Healing changes are subtle. . But every day it's less like tearing, more like building.
It's every loss and every love. It's every blessing from above. Here I am, all added up. Oh, it's all right here. . It's what I know, and what I'm guessing.