There are so many things I want to tell you
And no words to express their entirety.
Caught in the soft shoulder of a snowstorm,
I am resting my eyes and drifting into sleep.
In beauty, there is no way to explain,
The way a heartbeat slows after so long,
The way a heartbeat slows after so long.
In comfort, I have no place to complain
And yet, in these tears, it is okay.
They bring peace to a tightly wound string.
After so long, there is silence to suffering.
In beauty, the words never can express,
Tranquility in releasing pain in faith,
Tranquility in finding the courage to let go.