O
oh, sometimes your words lift and carry
us over the mountain -
they let us grasp the wind,
they bend our hearts at the even of the day
they play the violin -
they sing old songs across the great expanse
my toes want to dance...
my mouth only wants to smile -
a poet's words, they are heard
whether sad or searching -
bright or dark, they spark of truth and
get under the craw -
I saw it all in a dream but
now I have to go.....
us over the mountain -
they let us grasp the wind,
they bend our hearts at the even of the day
they play the violin -
they sing old songs across the great expanse
my toes want to dance...
my mouth only wants to smile -
a poet's words, they are heard
whether sad or searching -
bright or dark, they spark of truth and
get under the craw -
I saw it all in a dream but
now I have to go.....
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