I've thought over my actions
And I am not very proud
Of all the distractions
And my cries carried to fade over cloud
The tears that accompanied my heart
Be turned into droplets
And sent to follow the rain's torrent
In its travel to the ocean's current
And suddenly, I'm picking up my pace
Wanting outta this place, leaving no trace
of the trampled mess
Now am at peace to have left you in the past
I have pushed ahead, for the bright path stands at last
And now many pleasant thought are my projection
Stirred to me from God above
It's a new experience of love.