Take me into your hands
And commend my soul
To the cleansing light
Of your great waters
To heal this wound
And sanctify the blood
That has been spilt
With my own tears
Of pure grief and sorrow
Of love betrayed.

May I breathe the air again
May I see the sky again
May I live to rise again

Only to find him
     Only to see his face
           To feel his touch
                  And know his love.

- January 27, 2003