I begin to open when all else brings me down,
Has my spirit been torn where I can't find my crown.
I cleanse myself with peaceful warmth from the candle lit light
Embracing every element that wispers in the nite.
Shadows on my spirit, line the image of self
Withering energies can help untie my doubt.
Alien my centers and color my Soul
There is nothing that can make me grow old.
So many tools that I may not have found
But living in the day of moment
My feet firmly upon the ground.
We may find ourselves in one or more lives
Acting in charactor and seizing our clowns.
When we come against the grain that has hendered our style
We stand up again brushing off denials.
When we find ourselves in harms way of despair
We can open our spirit and remove all fears.