Its all around me | Reflections of beauty and resiliency | I see myself in the trees and I hope that one day I can be good enough to sit amongst them | As the sun beams and the wind sends its breeze I can't help but to fall to my knees and forgive these things that seem so mediocre to me
| I'm becoming who I'm hoping to be |
Knowing the only way to reach that is if I'm open and free | Meeting sins in lands unforgiven burning sands just to pray for healing | Serenity in the rummage is the peace I seek | Never knowing that through the dirt it'd make its peak | These things are merely reflecting me
| And they're more than good enough, truthfully |