Fading Openings

Steps in the dust on a quiet floor

I don't look back to that heavy door

Left the cold wind where the shadows grow

Taking it slow

Letting the light catch a healing scar

Remembering exactly who we are (mmmmm)

I am finding my way to the open air

Every broken piece is a quiet prayer

Rising up from the dark to a golden sky

Learning to breathe,

learning to fly

Time has a way of returning grace

Softening edges in this quiet space

My feet are steady on the morning ground

Look what I found

I am finding my way to the open air

Every broken

piece is a quiet prayer

Rising up from the dark to a golden sky

Learning to breathe,

learning to fly

Whole again (mmmmm)