Sometimes it's like all falling to pieces and something keeps it from falling apart.
I feels like I am spiraling in circles to get where I'm going back to the start.

And it's all that I can do to live my life and be the one I want to become.
What shall I do? who shall I be? Is it up to me or some cruel destiny?

Where have I come from and where will I go? The Source of my soul will I ever know?
This chest might rise but do I breathe for some reason or was this bleeding heart just made by surprise?

Or maybe I know beyond reason, and the Knower, I, is beyond the known. 
Maybe All that Is, always will be and life is a play of changing it's form.

There's nothing to do, only to be, and then you'll see how all things are done.
There's nothing to do, only to be, you've always been and you always will be.

Only To Be

Heart Strings Band