The shadows I feared for so long
are all alive with the light .
I was the bee
making honey without the flowers .
Tomorrow is always fresh
with no mistakes in it yet .
You can cut all the flowers
but cannot stop spring from coming .
I dont think of all the misery
but of the beauty that still remains .
There is a crack in everything
thats how the light gets in .
Sometimes good things fall apart
so better things can fall together .
