Staring out the windowpane
Seeing through yourself
Counting your blessings again
Wondering when it will be

And now it can be
Then see the warnings of a storm
as patterns unfold themselves
To try and be whole

Is this too much to ask
to live free 
with a quiet mind
and trust in someone else


I want to believe in the sun
who in all it's splendour is dying
I desire this solidness of earth
This ground is still shaking apart


What will be

Will be