Have you ever tried to look for the rhythm in your soul?
Does it sings when you can't or dances when you can't.
The voids of your life, days of thunder and sunshine
Trying to fill it with colors though what might you find.

Have you ever tried crying when it rains?
Laying out on a summer afternoon, dazed by the bluesy haze
Cool breeze strikes your face
Does it remind you of somebody else?

And as the last sunshine of an endless day passes by
Out in the open, ocean full of stars fills your dreamy eyes.

Have you ever tried being someone before anybody told you to be?
Before the dark clouds gathered in your way.
The thoughts of the world filling your empty space,
Is everything alright? If not just say...

Hallelujah
In simple glee
I will set free
My voice inside
Which sing praise God!

he sang
th world thought that
but he pained

he danced
the world loved that
but danced from evert

his blood covered his
they thought that he put a rouge
he was like a bird

singing from pain
singing from evert

save the rest
or the world may be ******

How different will it be if her laugh
was fleeting.
The sound would be deafening.

How difficult will it be to talk about
her grace.
There will be no trace.

How detrimental will it be to forget those
sparkling eyes.
They were full of lies.

How Dark will it be if her breath
was fading.
Oh, can the birds please sing?

Yes, does the mother bird sing
to her sleeping young.
Yes, does she wake them
each morning, with a full heart,
aware they may not make it,
and yet she sings with gusto.

She opens herself fully to her loved ones
because even if they pass,
even if they fly too short or plummet
from the well-kept nest,
it was always worth the morning song
and always were her children worthy of her love.