I feel the chill of winter fading slow,
And soft light streams of long awaited warmth at once become
A sign of getting well again, I know.
I do not worry anymore that I will die this way,
Happiness will come to me again
I'm not afraid that all my faults won't have a chance to change
Tomorrow I'll look back on this and then.
The days that follow tomorrow's tomorrow
Will be brighter and fuller than those I have known
Someday I'm certain I'll get past this hurt and
Calculate how much I've grown
Despite all the panic, regret and the anger
And fear of the wrath from above,
Somehow I believe I'll keep my heart in motion,
And find myself covered in love.