Túto báseň som napísala, keď som sa pomaly začala dostávať von z depresie...
There you are
standing here
on the top of the highest hill
the only thing you feel
is freedom and your will
to live.
And you scream
from the top of your lungs
just because you can
and may.
You're happy for all of these
All of these space 'round you
suddenly you realise
that everything you're so glad for
comes from God.
From the tiniest cell
to a huge bear
whether it's a circle or a square
it comes from God.
All the black holes
and galaxies and supernovas
the Milky Way and Moon
the Earth and finally...all of us.
We come from God.
He gave us His peace
just because He wanted the best of all for people.
And when you realise this
You just want to cry and hug Him.
