LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jackie Hird

[Intro]
Verse 1
Wavering on the edge of belief
That my heart can feel sweet relief
That my body can slow and let go
And creative energy start to flow
Verse 2
I swallow the air, feel the ground
The trees and the birds a gentle sound
I sit and pray in this quiet place
Honour my life and give it space
Chorus
To be just what it needs to be
Revealing a wiser, gentler me
My feet soak up each passing day
My fingers with the wind will play
Verse 3
No rush for the wide world to approve
allow some space for the spirit to move
A fire, a path wound through the trees
A quiet return accepting peace
Bridge
Birds fly high, they know my name
I watch their song float across each plain
A story remembered, an ancient song
Of one pretender who learned to belong
Final Chorus
To be just what it needs to be
Revealing a softer gentler me
My feet soak up each passing day
My fingers with the wind will play