City streets, calling my name.
The noise, the bells, whistles,
Starting to blend, and sound the same.
Here,
I pause and take in.
Awakened by silence,
from behind a pane.
I can see clearly, my entire frame.
Exclusively, hearing my voice.
my heartbeat the same,
becoming spacious in a quiet place.
No distractions, don’t divert away.
Pause, respond. Still.
Walk the land, listen.
My mind at ease, stretching
Relax, thoughts breathe deep.
Rest your weary heads.
Walk to the hills, search the valleys.
Roam the land, find the fruit.
When the world feels claustrophobic,
You find my heart.
I am never left wandering around in the dark.
So here I come.
To rest from the noise.
I bless and I bless.
I like when you come close.
City streets.
They call my name,
The noise, the bells, whistles.
They are all starting to sound the same.
When I pause to take it in, from behind the pane
I can see clearly, my entire frame.
I can hear my voice.
My heartbeat the same.
It is spacious in this quiet place.
My mind is at ease.
There is room for my thoughts
And plenty of room to breathe.
When the world feels claustrophobic
You find my heart.
I am never left wandering around in the dark.
So here I come.
To rest from the noise.
I bless and I bless.
I like when you come close.