Turn the page,
the pain is still there,
yet my focus goes elsewhere
I don’t choose the path
I don’t want the sorrow,
yet I lift my eyes to see the good in today and hope for tomorrow.
The music is nice gets me jumping, rocking & bumping.
There are those who are precious to me;
friends, family, and my honey.
Sometimes close & sometimes far away,
yet never really far away.
The Son has risen.
joy in my life
shining bright both day and night.
Acknowledge the pain,
understand the anger and fear,
they are all indicators of what is in the air.
Then turn the page, the sadness is still there
yet my focus goes elsewhere.
Who shall I help?
Who shall I grow near?
What beauty can I find
when I shift my gaze
and see what is out there?
Turn the page.
Focus elsewhere.
For the Son is shining, and will always be near.
