I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling fingertips. Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, Of some song sun to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head, And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow.
When children know their differences will be supported by you saying you will never stop trying ways to help them find their very best voice, their fears rest.
~ Peyton Goddard in I AM INTELLIGENT: FROM HEARTBREAK TO HEALING
