I lunge to grasp the sunset,
filling my lungs with freedom, so sweet.
Tomorrow will always be tomorrow,
even as sleep acts as an unfaithful friend.
Worries rob strength in the midst of the morning brew,
this is too much to carry, and is not my job.
A flicker of hope dances through the window
as heavy fog wets the pavement.
And, as always,
it is well with my soul.
filling my lungs with freedom, so sweet.
Tomorrow will always be tomorrow,
even as sleep acts as an unfaithful friend.
Worries rob strength in the midst of the morning brew,
this is too much to carry, and is not my job.
A flicker of hope dances through the window
as heavy fog wets the pavement.
And, as always,
it is well with my soul.