Sweet Periphery

To be in the world,

To watch it pass by,

But to not know sorrow, pain, or to cry.

 

Thats where I wish to be,

Just on the sweet periphery.

Where the breeze sweeps the fallen leaves away,

Like old past dreams of yesterday.

 

And where the river rushes along,

Bringing healing to my mind in the gentle refrain of its song,

Telling me I can remember my name again.

For by forgiveness and grace, a new life tomorrow I might begin.

 

Done