i'll ride on the backs of the angels in flight, i'll take to the skies with all their might, no more drowning in my sorrow, no more drowning in my fright

 thought I'd go up Poughkeepsie,
look out o'er the Hudson,
and I'd throw my body down on the river.
And I'd know no more sorrow,
I'd fly like the sparrow
and I'd ride on the backs of the angels tonight.

I'd ride on the backs of the angels tonight.
I'd take to the sky with all my might.
No more drowning in my sorrow,
no more drowning in my fright,
I'd just ride on the backs of the angels tonight.

There are those who know sorrow
and those who must borrow
and those whose lot in life is sweet.
Well I'm drunk on self-pity,
scorned all that's been given me,
I would drink from a bottle labeled Sure Defeat.

I'd ride on the backs of the angels tonight.
I'd take to the sky with all my might.
No more drowning in my sorrow,
no more drowning in my fright,
I'd just ride on the backs of the angels tonight.

Then the skies, they fell open
and my eyes were opened
to a world of hope falling at my feet.
Now I've no more or less
than anyone else has,
what I have is a gift of life I can't repeat.

So I go up Poughkeepsie,
look out o'er the Hudson
and I cast my worries to the sky.
Now I still know sorrow,
but I can fly like the sparrow
'cause I ride on the backs of the angels tonight.

I ride on the backs of the angels tonight.
I take to the sky with all their might.
No more drowning in my sorrow,
no more drowning in my fright,
I'll just ride on the backs of the angels each night. 

Deep

deep...... so deep........ to where only i can tread .. where angels fear to go..... it is suffocating almost smothering a desert so vast and wide and dusty that when you breathe you take in sand.  the sand scratches your throat and burns your sun burnt leather skin.  
You have been in this desert for as long as you can imagine.... just begging for someone to show you the way home.... but no one comes..... you wait...... but no one comes...... you wait but no one ever comes.... 


You have forgotten your way home......
no water for your parched soul...... you have believed a lie..... you have believed what others have told you... this desert was never meant for you.. you placed yourself there.. the pain unbearable you think.. but if you only knew the pain was your way home..
if only you would stop running from the pain and hating the pain...... do not resist the pain..
if you could embrace the pain .. because the pain is you... you are your pain.... 
embrace yourself... love your pain... accept the pain.. do not try and change it.. sit with it... feel it... love it...
it will begin to show you the way out of the desert and it will show you the way home...

                    The way you were born.... perfect and spotless.. full of divine light and life

THE SECRET DOOR