Isbell Cottage

Like the hand Holds the paddle I know my way To the shore Like the bird Grooms his feathers I dip my bones Aching and sore Cause I Need space to breathe And I Remember to grieve I Can hold me Like the sway Of the dancer I give my burden To the wind Like the moon-light To the meadow-night I'm shown the way Again Cause I Need space to breathe And I Remember to grieve I Can hold me I can hold me, I can hold me I can hold me, I can hold me I can hold me, I can hold me