The Point of Arrival

First it is a bitter pill A rubber band stretched til it snaps Sitting crossed legged on the floor My empty hands are in my lap What is to become of me Here at my surrendering Where I arrive at the end The place where I begin again First we fold in, then open out There is a faith that's only found in doubt Acceptance is the closing cycle The end that marks the point of arrival This is where I lay down What I don't want to haul around The buzzing of what can't be seen And living always in-between. First we fold in, then open out There is a faith that's only found in doubt Acceptance is the closing cycle The end that marks the point of arrival Looking down at my hands Finally I understand The empty space has changed somehow And it's filled with hallelujah now. hallelujah. hallelu It's hard as stone, but yet its true Acceptance is the closing cycle The end that marks the point of arrival If I let go of who's to blame Of what can't be changed And will never be the same Close the book, with one last look Letting go of all the time it took Hallelujah hallelujah. Hallelujah hallelujah. Hallelujah hallelujah.