When I’m filled with doubt and fear,
My loved ones gather far and near,
A soft tune they start to sing,
And in my ears it rings
To me it makes a loving sound,
It starts right there beside the ground,
Rumbles through my weary feet,
Legs and calfs all still lie neet
Then rests my racing heart at last,
Slow come my breathes, not too fast,
As my eyelids start to droop,
I feel warm, like chicken soup
I feel the blanket all around
The one they made with all their sound
The one that binds us kith and kin
All without, and all within
My Gifted Life 