Because my heart is full,
Every storm seemingly cruel,
Is but dust that swirls in vain,
Like a cool breath; void of pain,
And always underneath it all,
A spirited magic helps me fall,
In an all-pervasive sweetness,
Everlasting perfect completeness.
Because my heart is full,
Every storm seemingly cruel,
Is but dust that swirls in vain,
Like a cool breath; void of pain,
And always underneath it all,
A spirited magic helps me fall,
In an all-pervasive sweetness,
Everlasting perfect completeness.