My recently found again mantra:
Deb Talan – Gladdest Thing
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one
I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes
Watch the wind blow down the grass…
and the grass rise
Doesn’t each of us have a place where we belong
could be a sidewalk crack or a sad song
Inside our searchings is desire
to etch a silent thought in stone
to make our tender heart known
(Repeat Chorus)
And when the lights begin to show
Up from the town I will mark which must be mine
And then start down
Everybody wants to be a hero
Or a saviour of small thing
I want to be champion of evening
To forget not the beauty of in-betweens
Everyone of us an orphan
our bodies born from dust of the stars
we can comfort each other in this place
I can look into your eyes and see my own face…