padre

Escribí esta canción para mi padre cuando se estaba muriendo.
A menudo me pidió que le cantan a él cuando sentía miedo o de dolor.
Me sentaba en la otra habitación, jugando con el canto piano, y él de alguna manera encontrar la paz en esta canción.
Es muy especial para mí.

All is well

with my soul

when perfections not a goal

All is well

All is well

with my soul.m

When I'm high

when I'm low

I just let go and not know

then All is well

All is well

with my soul.

It's like a boat I made out of a leaf, one day.

I climbed aboard

let the wind

carry me away.

Not knowing where I'd go

I just knew that it would be something

beautiful.

So just reach out

take my hand

theres no need for you to stand

All is well

All is well

with my soul

All is well

with my soul

when I learn to just let go

All is well

All is well

With my soul
 ~michelle 

growing roots

the hardest plant to root

was grown inside of me

the blossom of discovering

that inside

im always free.



the most difficult mountain i climbed

i did with one strong leg

reflected in its mountain stream

was a hill instead.



the saddest note I heard

once played inside of me

but silence overtook it

when i saw its song in me...

 ~michelle

unspoken

it is when a bird does flutter and all is lost behind the clutter

of words we spoke

and thoughts we tossed

the sea of doubt

the comfort of loss

behind the glow of safety we play

like children pretending when lost in a day

but i saw what you didn't want to say

and its clinched in my hand

released when i lay
  ~michelle