Iâve searched the world over, pleasure to pleasure,
And I always seem to end up in bad weather.
So I take a moment to gather my thoughts,
over the many miles Iâve crossed.
My mind begins to wander just to avoid the thunder.
Where am I going, where the hell did I come from?
Suddenly I see that I am on an odyssey,
searching myself once more.
Tears like a poem spoken down my face,
my heart is upon a fire.
I am face to face with a fear in me,
and to still love myself takes a hard love.
Now Iâm caught up in a dream, lying in a meadow
where I find seclusion from daily confusions.
Iâm laid out on the grass beside a winding river,
and I look down to see my reflection.
Deceiving and cheating, lying and thieving,
transgressions and all matter of temptations
are all imprisoned within my reflection
like a billion grains of sand in an hour glass.
With tears like a poem, spoken down my face,
my heart is upon a fire.
I am face to face with a fear in me,
and to still love myself takes a hard love.
Now I am awake, driven by a dream.
I can see the ambers of a fire passed away.
Centered in the aftermath I can see a figure
walking beside a winding river.
And with this revelation I threw my body to the ground,
all my hopes and desires scatter to the wind.
And to my amazement I walked out of the storm
upon a new foundation.
With tears like a poem spoken down my face,
Iâve been purified by fire.
And innocence is raining down upon me now.
And I forgive myself with this hard love.