I will sing a chorus of my reformation,
The renewal of faith like a boy
Life again a sequence of holy moments;
Which find my saline laced with joy.

Where wanderings of my mind were pitch,
Thoughts now solidify in gemstone forms
Made aware again of your viscous grace;
A salve healing emotions torn.

Every morning an empty pillow by my side,
It fades while your presence falls anew
You know this is a path I’d never choose;
I know all self needs is you.

So I will sing a chorus of being whole,
There is a new thing under the sun
The restoration of living faith;
Romance and music tied into one.