Wandering Barefoot by Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1] I am moving through the blue, The wide and simple blue of being alive. And my heart is not of iron, It is never made of stone. It is just soft wood where you Could carve your name on a slow afternoon. [Chorus] Vulnerable… yes, that too. I ask the dusty hinges, how long? And they sigh back to me With their own small history. [Verse 2] And then… the light. A warm rush, like someone opened A door made from sunlight by mistake. And they left it just that way. And truth comes wandering in, She is wandering in barefoot. [Chorus] Vulnerable… yes, that too. I ask the dusty hinges, how long? And they sigh back to me With their own small history. [Bridge] The world becomes a new picture. All the colors I forgot I could see, They are stretching out their arms In the open air for me. My heart, open now, shows its red, Its life, its soft-animal self. Precious because it is real. [Verse 3] The sun splashes in, laughing, Laughing all the gray away. And I hold this bright now, And the long struggle that brought me here. Both of them are telling the same story… One truth, with two voices, Humming together. [Outro] Humming together… Just humming. Yes.