Sometimes the night is a blessed mirage
from the day, and the day is a lie.
Sometimes I give the permission to hold
to the truth of the dawn
or the dusk, just a husk
of reality not really there

Sometimes relationships burn like a shard
of ice cut quick to the heart.
Sometimes the freedoms are bound by the wind,
I let go, I give in
and He lifts up my chin
to the royal diadem of my heart

Sometimes a circumstance mountainous looms
and my brain into overdrive goes
Sometimes I forget my own soul is in bloom,
and I weave like a tune
holding fast to the truth
that had always been there from the start

Sometimes the stars sing songs in the night,
and the rocks dance out for the sea.
Sometimes I hold to the promise of gold
and my destiny bound
a crown I lay down
for the smiling face of my King