Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We learn to understand

That everything is touched by time

And time must run its course.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We carry our souls like a torch.

We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,

We bring our courage forth.

And when time is right we rise again

To reclaim our newfound worth.

Another Togetherness

We cry for what we don’t have,
for what is taken away from us, but perhaps
It is because of that longing and those dreams
we turn inside, and seek out
Another light, and another togetherness
that can never be taken away from us.