The Fear In Loud Voices
I hear the fear in loud voices.
I know that good things can come from bad choices.
I see the love that lies behind the hurting,
the connectedness we feel in the parting.
The breathing, the stillness,
the healing way illness
makes sense of it all.
I've cried sad tears at life's perfection
and everywhere I go I see reflections.
I've found what's real in my delusion.
I've grown peace of mind from my confusion.
I've found a reason for living
and I know that giving
makes sense of it all.
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