Small steps in the same direction
will always set you free
cleansing your perception
like apples on a tree

you enter winter garden
you have been here before
like shadows of a thunder
like rust on trays of coal

reflecting of your sorrow
your hands rise up in cry
what will you do tomorrow
where will your future lie

remembering the gardens
in summer sun and heat
awakening the scenes
to step to drummers beet

here you can feel your freedom
our conscious efforts pay
you know that truth delivers
keeping the pain at bay

recovering lost moments
you look ahead with pride
by listening and walking
you never have to fight

Erik Valdman, October 2009