I sit here in this painted room
There’s a kind of stillness here
Through all the background din and all
It sounds so very clear
This silence that is in the air
It penetrates my soul
As a kind of glow does fill my being
And the silence makes me whole
I close my eyes, and ask myself
'Hey, am I really here?
Who am I then? Who is this me
I challenge me, the fear
And then that vaguest shadow comes
And I know just who I am
Though I can’t put it into words
Cause words ain’t worth a damn.
As I sit here in this painted room
And the deed it has been done
I realize that in the end
It’s all in the power of one!
And I am it, and it is me
I am, I am, that’s all
And life, and me, and everything
Be oh, so beautiful.
5 April 2013 @1220 hrs