Healing

Windows of my springtime soul
It's yellow onto silver
Fall into winter

Stop my drift
It moves too swift through time

Joy only comes on a butterfly's wings
Cos angels do much more than sing

Fall from grace at God's own pace
I'm traveling through the fire
Victim of desire

Catch my drift
It moves too swift through time

If I was joy on a butterfly's wings
Would I truly feel just like a king?

Just wake me up I'm
Breathing
Still calling out for help I'm
Bleeding
Bleeding

Just pull me out I'm
Breathing
Still calling out for help I'm
Bleeding
Searching for Healing