As the power of the stars line up tonight watching me as I sleep, I wonder if they see all of us and the buried truth we seek
As the moon shines throughout the night, I wonder if it shudders at the nightmares we have yet to dream
As I rest my head tonight, I wonder if the darkness will set in and visit me when I wake, as it has many times before
I know recovery is taking place. I know the light is somewhere ahead, as sure as I know the sunlight will touch your face even when the clouds set in.
I wonder, though, as the birds fly by if they cry a tear for the child that’s frozen from a touch in the middle of the night
I wonder, do you look the other way when the truth is in your face? Can you still see it, no matter what direction you turn?
I wonder, did the baby have a chance when it heard the screams that you didn’t think would matter when it rested in your womb?
I know recovery is taking place. I know the light is closer than it was before, as sure as the sunlight will touch my face even when the clouds set in.
The memories are waking up. Are you ready to face the truth? Or will you cover up the mirror to avoid the darkness that is the only way to light?
The memories are waking up. It’s OK. We’re that much closer to the light.
We are standing in the light.