The hardest part of living is knowing that you’re free
While everything that is given might be taken from me
So I walk up the hill, one foot at a time
Olive runs ahead and the light shines on
This little pool of water, gliding downstream
Into more pools, in more streams
The most I’ve ever seen
Feeding into the beast
A yellow bird flies over me
Diving into last year’s Christmas tree
How lucky to be apart of everything
How lucky to be apart of everything
There’s a sense of urgency blowing in the wind
No one knows the damage about to set in
But I saw it with my eyes, a river rising high
Alone with my neighbors, too sad to cry
And all this beauty crashing around me
All this beauty uprooted from the ground
I see
Some things are for certain and some things are for surely
Never going to tell me how to endure
The loss of what holds me, sees me as I am
Wash out from under the palm of my hands
And I know it’s not all that we’re meant for
And I know this life is fragile and tender
And I know through time we’ll give and we’ll let go
And I know this time I’ll give and I’ll let go
On and on