Alone in the darkness
With my thoughts to myself
The world seems so small
I want to cradle all the hurt
In both of my hands
And carry it all
But when the light takes over
I see I’m not alone
Everyone’s hands are filled
Beautiful tears will fall
Where you find the hazel
The honeysuckle grows
Singing the same song
Wrapped around each other
Keeps them from the blues
Joined as one, they’re strong
When the notes ring true
They see they’re not alone
All of the voices sound and
Beautiful notes will fall
Hold my hand through the storm
While the sky, the wind and the sea
Try to tear us apart
Not knowing how love can be
When the storm is over
We see we’re not alone
All the hands are held while a
Beautiful light falls
Everyone’s hands are held
And a beautiful light falls
“I think music in itself is healing. It’s an explosive expression of humanity. It’s something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we’re from, everyone loves music.”
