The near miss,the car swerves, and a rewrite in destiny,
With lights swirling round, the sirens would sound as you say this can't
happen to me.
And all of the voices (choices) are ringing in your ears.
Then she lets go of your hand, and you can no longer stand in the
refraction's of broken glass,
Kneeling makes it easier to catch up with your heart.
And all of the voices are ringing in your ears
Birth is the invitation to live,
Just as death is the invitation home,
Pain is the invitation to surrender all, surrender all
Joy is the invitation to walk with days.
The arrangements die before grieving begins,
but no one stops crowding the lines.
And the whole world should know,
As this cancerous sorrow grows,
The invitation is the mess your living in
