La Bella Vita

It's a summer night, the sky closes in to swallow another day, and I can feel the sun kissing my back as I walk slowly down this desolate beach. The sand scratches in between each of my toes as I curl them slowly back and forth. The smell of the sea is fresh, and the breeze that flows from it's steady wave is warm, dissolving my goosebumps almost instantly. My hair flows gently into my face and I reach to pull the strands away with a solo finger. And as I touch the surface of my aging skin, I can feel the warmth gather behind my eyes. I hold back a form of flowing water not pleasing to you. But I have to be real. I have to be raw. And suddenly the warm trickle falls down my face. I realise that this time, I am alone. My heart begins to rush, and I can feel it's steady pound trying to break free of my chest. I stop and slowly open my lungs to consume the warm ocean air. I release the deep breath little by little and gain a portion of control once again. My spin...

And the hardest part Was letting go, not taking part Was the hardest part And the strangest thing Was waiting for that bell to ring It was the hardest part I could feel it go down Bittersweet, I could taste in my mouth Silver lining the cloud Oh and I I wish that I could work it out And the hardest part Was letting go , not taking part You really broke my heart And I tried to sing But I couldn’t think of anything And that was the strangest start I could feel it go down You left the sweetest taste in my mouth... I will find rest in the shelter of Your wings. I will find rest in the shelter of Your wings. I will find rest in the shelter of Your wings.