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Lyric by MichaelB:
"...a trail’s behind me // There were seeds in the sand. Tomorrow they’ll stand and flower over the path."
Lyric by MichaelB:
"Losing your way is not losing your life / Agree with me or with the sages / I might have been quieter guarding my light/ Now loud from the shadows I’ll say this:"
Lyric by MichaelB:
"...a trail’s behind me // There were seeds in the sand. Tomorrow they’ll stand and flower over the path."
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Losing your way is not losing your life / Agree with me or with the sages / I might have been quieter guarding my light/ Now loud from the shadows I’ll say this:
Same Wind (blows through both our homes)
Even One is strong enough to wait and see.
Another helps then Two become aware of me,
Wonder if a newly open heart will hold a pearl.
Only this One version of our World.
What in the world can you now hold onto?
How are you sure, and you know who will hold you?
It’s time for this whole storm to blow itself out
Til then your friends wea-ther-it with you...and lift you...
No fault and far too many steps to call in life
You halt or hurt or falter...and we’ll make it right...
Only a fighter finds the height at lower ground
Only a soul that searches is found
Only a fighter turns the tide of fire back
Only a soul returns from its past
In light and dream / I saw the anger people knew / love would save or change a few / for the rest I would be strong.
Gone are free and tumbled hearts a child knew. Given time, a child grew (to) stand for weak or strong.
I am strong enough for two when I see you shining through. So I will carry you
I have strength enough for two, ‘cause my courage is from you
I know you’d feel the same
...as a Rythmn...of a steel wheeled train...as a Melody... leads you home again.
...like a Row boat...floating in the blue....like the Dark of night...cradling the moon.
Pr-omise! ...Know I’ll h-old on to the rain ...that you pr-ay for ...to w-ash the dust away.
Pr-omise! ...Know I’ll h-old the rain ...that you pr-ay for ...to w-ash the dust away.
‘ Time my arms were wide. Hold you whole inside.
Where can the dawn get through
clouds that crowd the room?
Was each dawning on
me missing half the song?
Young and free tumbled hearts and into friends I put trust so readily, we buried any wrong.
There we dream, share a fable by the fire, one where courage is a tree. Somehow the grounded reach every leaf.
I can live with changes / Not afraid to be the stranger/ In this place, my resolve stands tall against danger.
Its halo still hangs in a sliver silver ring as long as our hope remains.
Every turn of the Earth blowing through in a blur but our dreams weather any stormscape
Every turn of the Earth, dawning hope, setting curse, in our time we will find what it’s worth.
A chapter overturned is a lesson, let us burn words and images well into our minds.
So we spin, knowing well only tide and time will tell when the ride slows again for a spell.
I’m holding one for you now, will dreams be interwoven?
Run the thread through both of us, spun again in golden.
Holding them in bloom, the whole, interwoven.
To the fractures of the world our dreams are not beholden.
Shake away our reason and all seven senses rhyme
with the time we’d stolen, moments back and we condone our crime.
Our shore lies open wide, broken waves whole in purpose.
Stolen Moments where our best returns to break the surface.
The shoreline opens wide, we’re on / quiet tides of water. Hold the moon a Stolen Moment. Sun demands a daughter
Piece of fallen star safely in your hands, we’d
stolen, moments after we dreamed a better plan.
Spirited up into clouds, cast without a shadow/
Stolen for the moment to soar high above the battle
A chorus from beyond holds the hope that we belong.
We’re soaring left to throw our shadow on the right.
A chorus from beyond and the hope that we belong
Are both dashed on some creator’s might.
War waged at a pace that The Fates are laying waste,
Did we choose? Or were we the chosen ones?
When the reins, burning up, bare and blister your hold
And the beast turns back with fiery eyes.
Then you scatter to the wind what offering is left
It’s dry but those ashes feed the roots.
Pouring in your soul, but a twisted garden grows
Pain is paid double-time for your fruits.
Then a quiet from deep inside,
Swelling up and giving light.
Breathing long, your arms are wide,
To steal it back, your second sight.
You have to stop. Start to see.
Steal what’s already free.
Moments shine. Healing hues.
Alive again inside the Muse.
And the stains in the crush of fingers clutching us
will be remains of past poetic hearts
That stain in the crush, what reaching fingers clutch,
reminds us what our hearts can become.
Their needs. They squeeze, and keep a solid hold
on a pulse or what ‘else they can count.
I’m gonna break if I don’t bend. Can’t burn a candle at three ends. The race is on to get it done. The pressure’s on to make a diamond.
V // I keep it up, have to cover, under oath, tilt the mic, mind the time, do the work now pack it in // Then I retreat. Salty sweet sandy cove. I’ll wander over, brushing by, help you to the watercolour sea.
I know what I am chasing maybe settled up with me
a paper scoring at a reading torn aloud in bits of harmony
So I give it stolen: my tomorrow as your own.
And those days - when we live them - hold our notes in their rhythm
Just let the sunset follow. We will rise and reach up tomorrow.
Let the sun set - don’t follow. We will rise and catch it tomorrow.
(It is) clear our story has more words so let’s write them and go forward
(Looks like) our story’s meant to have more words so let’s smile going forward
...It trails behind me
In a rhythm I know. Today and tomorrow
I’ll share the music I owe.
...a trail’s behind me //
There were seeds in the sand. Tomorrow they’ll stand
and flower over the path.
...Of doubts left behind me //
There are one hundred ways to tomorrow - be brave/
Just follow your pulse today
.....I’ve got strength behind me// I find I even laugh that tomorrow will pass and / I’ll envy myself today
I’ve (still) got my strength behind me
Better the less we wait for more...
Hold the mo-ment open, (it’s a) closing door...
Hold the moment close, don’t wait for more...
Long may we live in the moment...
I have found something I put away — my fearlessness
Find some fearlessness, free the old hold on my wrist
Count the wonders: the thunder, a spark and a kiss.
I’ll take *that* time when time’s not important as *this*
Whether you’re ready, O’Darling. Oh...I’m doing this! :P
We’ll spend the time left singing — not on a wish.
I’ll take the time - time’s not as important as this
What turned in the surf, here, pushed up to the shore (where) / pointed reasons we knew are (now) rounded and smooth but took on a beauty somehow.
We’ll let them lie, though, as: the past things we’ve let go / Sometimes I just pretend I’m at peace to that end, hoping hope brings me around.
Measure by measure, structure-to-dust. Is time really moving or is it just us?
Morgan Myles commented on MichaelB's lyric:
"wow!"
(more)"Losing your way is not losing your life / Agree with me or with the sages / I might have been quieter guarding my light/ Now loud from the shadows I’ll say this:"