Fragile From The Storm
Fragile from the storm
A delicate newborn
A porcelain heart in my hands
I walk on shifting sand
Nothing is for sure
No one has the cure
A paper plane is easily torn
A dream can grow old and worn
This precious beating heart
This is the very start of everything
I breathe in
The way is opening
A rare glimpse of the dawn
When the night has gone
The stillness everywhere
And for a moment I am aware
Of this precious beating heart
This is the very start of everything
I breathe in
The way is opening