I don't want to pull the covers back, I don't want to step on the cold ground. I don't want to see what the day will bring. But the world moves on with or without me, So I get up and make my way through the rubble. I believe I know. Day by day, morning by morning, I learn a little more, And I slip a little further.
Life can be a cathedral.
A place of high, sweeping arches A place of spires that reach for the stars, A place of magnificent domes that embrace the heart within. Here the soul is illuminated by stained glass visions of inspiration. Building such a cathedral is a work of joy, love and trust. Destroying it is a work of deceit. The world is a razed cathedral, a ruin of the soul.