Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.
Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.
Within tears, find hidden laughter Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one.
A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.
The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of love.