In the harbor of my own making,
I felt safe from life's storm.
This is where my arrogance was born.
I danced on the deck, and spoke of storms I had never sailed through, and love I'd never known
Gratitude was the name for this refuge, my harbor my home
A place so secure, a place so dear, but a slave and a servant, to my unmet fears
Forced out to sea at the height of a storm, drowning and near death, compassion was born.
I returned to the harbor alive and broken,
something had changed, something had woken
Near death and in darkness, the truth was seen,
there is no refuge when asleep in a dream
I invite you to listen to the song 'Everything we see is just a dream' from the album 'Surrender'
http://kundamusic.com/track/643769/everything-we-see?feature_id=123461&trackship_id=706497
