Far From Here ...

Is a Barbsie who is happy at her Sunday breakfast.

Fight hard on a night like this
Look for a star and wish
You could get out of it
Bite down and then pray,
You'll make it through this
To sing and say you hold life dear

She has some of the things she wants, and is alright for not having the others. She's planning out her week, what she'll do at work, for Garlic's birthday, for going to watch The Dark Knight wif her friends, for the friends she'll catch up wif on phone and in person.

Rise high out of this whole scene

Look down and separate yourself

From your worst dream

Then fly far and then stay, stay, stay

Out of the way until the coast

Is clear and safe

She has no ghosts and her life is a book wif an open ending, waiting to be written.

Oh, it's hard to imagine
The things that we survive
Will we understand it all
One day when we arrive?

Moments turn to hours that become years... And now I'm
Far from here, and we are happy
Far from here, we are all right
Far from here, things are peaceful
Far from here, we have insight
Far from here, we are laughing
Far from here, we are thankful
Far from here, we're forgiven
And for that we are grateful
Far from here, we've detangled our strangled hold
And I hope to see you there

Far from here ... but I'll get there this year.

Far From Here
Alissa Moreno