Beyond emotions' aftermath
we find the ever-winding path
that leads to life and light and glory
as we become a living story

of history that's ever forming
harmony in song of morning
I come to you and find the tone
of heaven, for you are my home

waking, sleeping, far and near
in ecstasy of joy, a tear
slowly falls, releasing pain
like a soft and gentle summer rain

that clears the air so we may breathe
the breath of all eternity

? Michaelette?