Bittersweet

Seven years in tatters I have found
like a well worn cloak that's come unbound.
There's no use denying
lost dreams and pride
darken your sky.

Love is blind if vision is profound
Watch your breath keep feet upon the ground,
and after the grieving
there will be release.
Let go seek peace.

You'll feel a healing in your heart,
torn apart, bittersweet.
And grace will shape your face,
not a trace of defeat.

Broken mirror scattered on the ground...
Seven years of luck the world goes round,
and each of the pieces still reflects the light.
Keep on shine bright.

You'll feel a healing to your heart,
torn apart, bittersweet.
And grace will shape your face,
not a trace of defeat.

Broken mirror scattered on the ground...
Seven years of luck the world goes round,
and each of the pieces still reflects the light.
Keep on shine bright.