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I Sit and wonder
if we’ll make it back to into heaven.
I sit and ponder
watching the light show
I’ve got no answers
Just something to believe in.
Subtly wave to the wind
It’s waiting on you
We cannot be wasting away
You’re cutting close.
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Let’s see where these roads lead
otherwise what has it been for?
Have all these years spent hoarding sentiments
meant to be shared
been for nothing?
Seemingly how they turn on me & spill out
uncontrollably.
The wave of my words cast a
big cloud over me
Billowing a tunnel that echoes my deepest
fears and hopes.
Is this my year?
Keeping track of my good deeds
Now having committed myself to the rising sun
I love to hear the birds sing beyond the hill
early in the morning
& sometimes I picture myself a bird, my song
playing in harmony with the rising sun.