His Hands Matched His Tongue - A most beautiful song
The long walk home
Riddled with regret
Uncommonly comfortable
But still I believe
That in time I think I'll see
Just what's been weighing down me
An unearthly void collapsed exposing what was trapped
To release this serendipitous design
The smell of smoke
The evening sky was bruised
Belated conversation saturate anticipation
For the answers that simply won't come
but not i
i won't ask
forget my place
among the grass
the leaves and the trees
remember me
and in my naivete
it might be seen
the pail has leaks
and even if
you put all your water
into it
you'll end up with nothing
left to drink
the well has gone dry
and i with it
Some day she'll be gone
Some day she'll be gone
Some day she'll be gone
<we'll still have a song to sing>
<we'll still have a song to sing>
<we'll still have a song to sing>
<we'll still have a song to sing>
sing softly
bring me to the lake
sing softly
take me to the lake
sing softly
bring me to the lake
sing softly
take me to the lake
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