Bitterness, regret, life is filled with sorrow
But the world we live upon, offers beauty
We're fools to prefer the wounds, unhealed
Long confined in chains, when we've a key
Instead of freedom choosing to be slaves
Now to live for love, kindness and hope
Leave, if you prefer a broken former self
I need, if not deserve, forgiveness
I long to be washed in pure joy
Delving daily into a vein of pure love
And refuse to go back to the sorrow
I wish for more tomorrows and dreams
Join me, or reject me, I am ready to rise
Ascent to a place my being longs for
Elysium will be my heart's healing
Tall Grass, gentle hills, warm breezes
And the beloveds who healed me
Finding my deepest held wounds
Suddenly healed from the years
By a love that is undeserved
Grace pouring out, heals me
Allow a tired soul, to believe
Rise
Take my hand, and rise with me
Rise, for we are in need
