The chilling of the breeze on a holiday
Sanctuary comes as a labor of love
Taking in a breath, I feel a mile away
But as the moments come you are always enough
The comfort of a friend when I’m feeling grey
Happiness will come through the labors of love
Leisure feels like waste when there’s so much at stake
The feeling tells me lies of what I’m capable of
But healing comes
In the shape of how we’re loved
And healing comes
By way of how we love
Since the fever of my youth and in my searching for
I have been enticed by the feeling of love
A whisper, then a scream, I hear my heart call out
Begging for sign, a word, from someone above
The poisons of my pride ask me to run and hide
Shadows start to play when I step out of love
Be tender, draw me near, something hurts inside
I’m trying not to fear the idea of love
But healing comes
In the shape of how we’re loved
And healing comes
By way of how we let ourselves love