You Lift Me Up:
When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...
But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance
It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...
Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to return to my home
And when I do; may I take you there?
For it is a wonderous place, of miracles and mercy
Though gripped by those who are blinded by greed
I weep for them, as anyone should
For they have followed the devil's creed
It is sad to know, that they have been corrupted
Sadder still, to be denied a home
Yet the warmth of the hearts that choose to surround me
Can melt even the strongest of stone
It is this light, this loving warmth
This care and support with which I am graced;
To those who continue to support this man
I am truly humbled, by your loving embrace...
"Though broken, I am still unbowed and I shall wait until I may fly once more..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th July 2012