I really don’t know if I can sail through the changing ocean tides. I think I can handle the seasons of my life. And I know the child within my heart can rise above. Time does make me bolder. And I am getting older. One song and it poses so many questions. And the truth is, the older I do get, the less I do know. The less I want to know. The more I am carried along by seasons and tides and time. And that child within my heart kicks and screams but is my hope My very hope. To believing. To rising above.