TURNING BEAUTIFUL HOPE
I want to believe in the beauty of my soul
I want to believe I'm more than half the way to being whole
I want to believe there's an awesome kind of plan
And I am being molded by the master's hand
I am turning turning beautiful
I am turning these tragedies into diamond jewels
I'm turning turning beautiful
I'm some kind of golden something turning beautiful
I want to believe I've kicked the habit of rage
I want to believe I'm here to be a wise old walking sage
I want you to see the brilliant sunlight of my soul
It burns brighter now the more that I let go
I am turning turning beautiful
I am turning these tragedies into diamond jewels
I'm turning turning beautiful
I'm a golden sun filled something turning beautiful
You know I believe in the concept of rebirth
And there's a transformation going on right here on earth
It's thrilling to see the growing constancy applied
It burns right through the pain and parts of me that fight
I am turning turning beautiful
I am turning these tragedies into diamond jewels
I'm turning turning beautiful
I'm a golden sun filled something turning beautiful
I AM HERE Deb McGranaghan
I walk down to the river's edge
Hold a rock in my hands
Smooth and cool soothe my rough heart
I am here, I am here, I am here
I walk along with the falling snow
Diamond light leads the way
Chill and dry soothe my rough heart
I am here, I am here, I am here
I walk into his candy colored room
Sea blue eyes shining bright
Love and light soothe my rough heart
I am here, I am here, I am here
Just a day like any other
Find the truth wherever it lies
Life and night soothe my rough heart
I am here, I am here, I am here
I am here, I am here,
I will stay
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PICK UP THE PIECES Donna
All of us came away
With a different truth
Hidden in the shadow
Was always the abuse
I used to think my mother was weak,
Why did she stay
But it was always her at every turn
There to pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces.........
Pick up the pieces
Six sisters, all from different worlds
So alike, all knowing
In so many ways we are the same and yet we're not
But we're all our mother
She was so strong
She would
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
When all seems like heaven or hell
It's all of you that I trust
To share with laugh, scream or shout
Oh how I miss her
The touch of her hand
We are strong because of her
She would
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
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