I once conceived an idea and though I mustered up enough faith to believe in the seed inside of me I miscarried the dream I hoped for it died in me it took a lot out of me to bear the thought of losing the gift of joy the only thing I felt I had to look forward to somewhere along the line I dropped the ball and faded into a deep dark place and began to settle in to sleep sound when Bob Marley and three little birds came to me with a 423hz sonic effective healing message "don't worry about a thing cause every little thing gonna be all right" I received the message and somewhere down the line I found the courage and strength to go on with my life cause every little thing gonna be all right