When you make love to me, it’s something so divine
a touch inside, I’ve known silently. I feel but can’t define
and in that silence, I am more than answered
You’ve painted me, a melody, a meadow of delight
the way the wind moves through the fields
an sings, a song of life
where my heart longs for the refrain
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The morning passed, like strangers on the road, out that same window, I watched the rain roll down, a distorted view
It reminded me, of yesterday’s tears, how the years, have passed away
As if in a single day, I got caught up in the stream, I’ve seemed, to capture the words,
but I can’t remember, the faces, Just traces, of yesterday’s dream
Looking back, I see the reflection of the face, frozen, like those many framed windows of the past
Only a stranger looking back, through the cracks, of myself
A fool, obedient to a vision, from behind the window, watching, a changing world that’s not my own
Only the birds, I hear sing, about such things, how they’ll never be alone
I have grown, like a bird who’s flown, from his own garden, accepted and who listens to my song
in the gardens of others, to me, so much beauty, singing in life, hearing its song
I’ve been walking and wandering, as a wind through the world, time, it has gone away and I’m the one,
who’s following smiles, this world I’m loving today
I wish I could tell, all that I’ve seen, the beauty in the people I’ve meet but every piece, would seem like a dream
if I spent the time, to explain every step, It’s love, really couldn’t say any more
God has been there, showed me the way, his hand has opened each door,
and I’ve been collecting these things, that he’s shown, allowing each step to bring change
now like a feather, no longer the stone, I’m free, as a bird on the range
The cry rose high, the dimness of the woods, me, me, me
evidence almost reaches the sky, we know it by, hear say, what a day, what a day
“Life is not a work of art, this moment cannot last, this journey is one we must embark and this too shall pass”.
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