what my life is

how is life is it fine

does the tree grow

with its own mind

i put down the drink

its a distant memory

... like a smoke does not

help the body a new year

a new start where angels

fly into a new sky that

is brighter each time

and the winding wind

and the sweet rising sun

when hearts stop breaking

and we learn we are as one

a race of people who will not give

up a new love returns to my heart.

for as we shine into our lives we

stand tall we will not let lifes

probelms bring us down .