A song in ancient rhythm born beating.It’s strength an ever steady pull and sway.The heart in our very chests repeating, echoes of soul, an expression of grace.

Unborn child nurtured by a mother’s heart. It’s cadence effortlessly embracing,that each are of this mortal life a part. Through love,lines of infinity tracing.

My head lays on the pillow of your chest. Your love beats constant in a rhythm known. I drift off to sleep in this place of rest. In the shelter of you I’ve found my home.

The measure of our souls is not in the love we take, but in the love we give in unconditional measure. For as we give love, it is returned to us and it causes our hearts to overflow with it's abundance.

Battered and bruised, this heart holds so much pain, but it holds an equal amount of joy. All that's truly given is never lost. All that stands in love can not be destroyed.

I do not regret my struggles, my tears, they have strengthened my cry. I know that I’ve been given wings,that one day this soul will learn to fly.