The Daily Boost #656
At first the sun might hurt your eyes, but . . .
BEAUTY IN THE LIGHT
Adam Stuart Argyle, Martin Brammer, Matthew Albert Carins, & Ryan Henderson
We saw the colors shining from that little treehouse window
The morning light would rise above the golden hills and meadows
And all the birds sang songs around the place we called home
We never thought the wind would blow cold
The summer sun would shine upon that house among the treetops
We felt the warmth within the wind and never thought the leaves would drop
When they fell you felt the cold and closed the doors to hide your heart
You know it can't keep beating in the dark
Lift up your head, break down the walls
Don't stop pushing 'til they fall
At first the sun might hurt your eyes
But soon you'll see the beauty in the light
Remember how the winter ends—ice turns to flowing water
And all the leaves come out again, long nights start getting shorter
You see there's always some way back, don't close the doors to hide your heart
You know it can't keep beating in the dark
Lift up your head, break down the walls
Don't stop pushing 'til they fall
At first the sun might hurt your eyes
But soon you'll see the beauty in the light
It shines upon the hills and valleys
Illuminates a path through the pine trees
Reflecting all the light that's free to find in this life . . .
(My thanks to Hollow Coves.)
The Gentle Nudge
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I really do like your taste in music!!! How is your guitar coming along? I still cannot create a barre chord.... LOL
Don't close the doors that hide your heart. I have been sorely tempted to just give up on listening to the voice of my true spot. It can be a lonely road to walk. I am becoming g.more able to.look at the light and not cover my eyes. The raft is a beacon for me. A bow of thanks.