Here I am, in the middle of my room,
On my knees dear Angels.
I come to you oh so very bare.
No pride, no shame or wisdom in my hands.
Just I, with hardly a breath.
I shall not ask from you selfish.
I beg to understand.
All that I am, all I have, what ever is left;
It is yours.
For the will of man, I do not posses.
I wonder aimless in the gift of wilderness.
The lessons are at last above my reach.
Angels divine, please believe me,
I gave all I can.
In the darkness when you shine, I fall to the floor and sing hosannas on high.
In the hours you hold my hands, my heart is in your gentile caress,
I write the vision.
No one else will listen.
No one else really cares.
I always stand, without fear, alone.
I do give love unconditional.
My human soul, is longing to hold a hand.
Please forgive me for my selfish mask.
I tried with all my being to stop.
To be strong and carry on the path.
I called to the Masters, the Elders the Spirit guides,
There I sat, still.
Healed my past, forgave every last wound left open.
Came to the land of mystery unfolding.
So here I am.
In the wilderness with Angels.
My sanctuary, everlasting, by the sea, under the sun
Wondering if I carry on – or just give up.