Life’s pallet of pain..

July 26, 2024

The INFJ in me is on a roll …when I feel deeply, I need to express. I feel alive when I explore far into the depths of myself. It feels authentic, it feels kind and it feels safe,….to go there, a place to be one with my soul. Above all, it’s honest. I crave to meet my honesty. It never gets old.

https://youtu.be/D2UGwfg-F44?si=G9qEUCQ3ec-RJP5D

We are running our very own races
South east the sun’s upon our faces

With clear eyes and tears we’re understanding
Joy is now right here where we are standing
With full hearts

There is far to go
I know but your hearts my home
It’s a pallet of paint
Oh the one I’ve always known

And we’ll sing through these times
And we’ll begin again to rise
With wide open eyes
See there’s colour in life
See there’s colour in life

We are setting sail with clear direction
For a life we see
In the oceans reflection

Starting small turning roars into a whisper
Change is now right here
And soon you’ll believe that
In your heart

There is far to go
I know but your hearts my home
It’s a pallet of paint
Oh the one I’ve always known

And we’ll sing through these times
And we’ll begin again to rise
With wide open eyes
See there’s colour in life
See there’s colour in

Colour in life
See there’s colour in life
Colour in life

See there’s colour in life
See there’s colour in life
Colour in life

There is far to go
I know but your hearts my home
It’s a pallet of paint
Oh the one I’ve always known

And we’ll sing through these times
And we’ll begin again to rise
With wide open eyes
See there’s colour in life
See there’s colour in

Colour in life
See there’s colour in life
Colour in life

See there’s colour in life
See there’s colour in life
Colour in life

See there’s colour in life
See there’s colour in life
Colour in life

See there’s colour in life
See there’s colour in life
Colour in life

Source: Musixmatch

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