Gift

Through all the strain designed to break us down,

through all the scuffles of a life constrained,

one truth remains unchanged, one love remains.

There is a sacred place in people's lives,

a place resilient to filth and snare.

I'll meet you there, in truth, I'll meet you there.

The waste builds up as to forget the gift,

but I return to it like waves to shore.

When life spews pointless, petty builds, our souls are more.

I breathe the air, I touch the ground, I shiver,

when warmth and waves reach out to touch my hand.

I'm born into the miracle of freedom, the gift of a beginning without end.

Music background - Good Men by Cast of Characters