Healing Touch
What do you do when life seems unfair,
Constantly raining on your parade?
Do you wallow in an ocean of self-pity,
Or make lemons into lemonade?
You can obsess with keeping up appearances,
Scattering excuses to cover up all the lies.
You can cry over spilled milk all day long,
Or you can brush the tears from your eyes.
What do you do when you can’t go on,
When your world is falling apart?
When your worst fears become reality
And you’re left with a wounded heart?
You can build a wall around you,
Retreat inside your shell to hide in vain.
Or reach out to those who truly love you,
And begin to heal your pain.
Don’t lie in a bed of remorse,
Don’t hang your head in shame.
Just stand as tall as the Eiffel Tower,
Own your mistakes, take the blame.
Though secrets may seem safe in your diary,
The confessional for your soul,
Open up your heart and let true love in,
Its healing touch will make you whole.
Colleen M. Breuning © 2009
June 4, 2009
What do you do when life seems unfair,
Constantly raining on your parade?
Do you wallow in an ocean of self-pity,
Or make lemons into lemonade?
You can obsess with keeping up appearances,
Scattering excuses to cover up all the lies.
You can cry over spilled milk all day long,
Or you can brush the tears from your eyes.
What do you do when you can’t go on,
When your world is falling apart?
When your worst fears become reality
And you’re left with a wounded heart?
You can build a wall around you,
Retreat inside your shell to hide in vain.
Or reach out to those who truly love you,
And begin to heal your pain.
Don’t lie in a bed of remorse,
Don’t hang your head in shame.
Just stand as tall as the Eiffel Tower,
Own your mistakes, take the blame.
Though secrets may seem safe in your diary,
The confessional for your soul,
Open up your heart and let true love in,
Its healing touch will make you whole.
Colleen M. Breuning © 2009
June 4, 2009
Oh Colleen, this is glorious with a style that only you can write with flair musicality. It's beautiful and I love it. xoxo Jo
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