Seit 3 Tagen mein absolutes Lieblingsstück, lange nicht mehr etwas so entzückendes gehört.



Und ich kann es schon fast auswendig:

Becca Stevens: Weightless

There's nothing like witnessing
the moment that life let's loose
and falls to the ground.
weak autumn winds tip
and easy like a wish upon weightless
dandelion seeds.
Each life beaming at its brightest now
falling the road rises up
to greet and is painted for the day
sacred to witness when life lets loose
and be grateful for this gift.

There's nothing like witnessing
the moment that life let's loose
and falls to the ground.
weak autumn winds tip
and easy like a wish upon weightless
dandelion seeds.
Each life beaming at its brightest now
falling the road rises up
to greet and is painted for the day
sacred to witness when life...

There's nothing like witnessing
the moment that life let's loose
and falls to the ground.
Weak autumn winds tip
and easy like a wish upon weightless
dandelion seeds.
Each life beaming at its brightest now
falling the road rises up
to greet and is painted for the day
sacred to witness when life...

I know this is hard but holding on
you'll only make it harder
so let go
embrace what you are.
Hoarding the hearts only to the truth
of what they are sacred
expect nothing more.

Cause there's only now.
Change all your thoughts from loneliness to solitude.
Sacred the space that you found.
Keep holding your ground even through the shadows on the ground
quiet and don't make a sound.

Cause there's nothing like witnessing
the moment that life let's loose
and falls to the ground.
weak autumn winds tip
and easy like a wish upon weightless
dandelion seeds.
Each life beaming at its brightest now
falling the road rises up
to greet and is painted for the day
sacred to witness when life
let loose and be greatful for this gift.

:-)