Bittersweet
(John Raymond Pollard)
2005-07-16
Seven years in tatters I have found
like a well worn cloak that's come unbound.
There's no use denying
lost dreams and pride
darken your sky.
Love is blind if vision is profound
Watch your breath; keep feet upon the ground,
and after the grieving
there will be release.
Let go; seek peace.
You'll feel a healing in your heart,
torn apart, bittersweet.
And grace will shape your face,
not a trace of defeat.
Broken mirror scattered on the ground...
Seven years of luck; the world goes round,
and each of the pieces still reflects the light.
Keep on; shine bright.
You'll feel a healing to your heart,
torn apart, bittersweet.
And grace will shape your face,
not a trace of defeat.
Broken mirror scattered on the ground...
Seven years of luck; the world goes round,
and each of the pieces still reflects the light.
Keep on; shine bright.
