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Trying to live well between the morning and the moon

Lyrics Sunrise paints the kitchen gold, the world expects a steady hand But the coffee cup feels heavy now an earthquake in a promised land I map out every movement, from the chair and to the door The mind is sharp, the spirit’s bright, a fire burning still inside But the body’s found a rhythm now that I can’t seem to hide [Chorus] Oh, the steady drummer beats a slow and frozen tune Trying to live well between the morning and the moon It’s the battle for the balance, the pill that makes it right Finding grace and finding freedom in the middle of the fight It’s the tremor that they see but the strength is underneath I’m learning how to breathe and live with the Parkinsonian wreath [Verse 2] The pen that wrote a thousand words now dances on the page A quiet loss, a silent grief, as I turn to a different stage The small things trip me up the buttons, laces And the world moves fast and impatient while I’m struggling just to glide They talk about the symptoms: the shuffle and the mask But they don’t see the fortitude behind the difficult task [Chorus] Oh, the steady drummer beats a slow and frozen tune Trying to live well between the morning and the moon It’s the battle for the balance, the pill that makes it right Finding grace and finding freedom in the middle of the fight It’s the tremor that they see but the strength is underneath I’m learning how to breathe and live with the Parkinsonian wreath [Bridge] I’ve found a strength in letting go, in leaning on the ones who care In the exercise that pushes back a chain I choose not to wear It’s the small victories I celebrate, the moment I feel free A flash of honest movement just the real, unguarded me [Final Chorus] Oh, the steady drummer beats a slow and frozen tune Trying to live well between the morning and the moon It’s the battle for the balance, the pill that makes it right Finding grace and finding freedom in the middle of the fight It’s the tremor that they see but the strength is underneath I’m learning how to breathe and live with the Parkinsonian wreath [Outro] Yeah, the strength is underneath I keep singing and I rise Looking Parkinson’s right back into my steady eyes I’m living well… I’m living well.