Mother's Day

I was born in the arms of an angel

I was born in the arms of an angel
though I’ve spent my life looking for solace elsewhere.
I've gone from sea to sea
trying to find some truth in the shine of sun on water
some answer that eludes me
because the road is long and winding
and the hurdles in the sky are never-ending
when it seems that there are no answers.

Why can't I try?
I lay my head down, try to empty my mind.
I feel a presence watching me, and every morning I'm awoken
by the birds outside my window.
The days are getting longer now.
There's so much more to miss.

I try to find comfort in the sky
some reassurance in the fact that every morning there's another sunrise
but I wish I could say that I don't need to look that far.
All my life I’ve searched for solutions beyond the rainbow
but I wish I could say I didn’t need to.
Half of the answers I've needed 
were inside these four walls all along
but half of them weren't, and that was always my problem.
It hurts me so badly, again
to say that I'm looking for more
to say that I’m leaving again.

I was born, after all, in the arms of an angel
and she was sent to watch over me
the greatest gift you could ever give to somebody
this world gave to me.