My heart and I have taken flight
into the air that I might write
a song for all the angels to hear
and play it on their harps by ear.
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A time to sweat,
a time to fret
over something that you’ve done,
makes that act
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Oh dear earth are you destined to die again?
It seems you are by the hands of men.
You’ve tried; I know to breathe your way
into our night and into our day.
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I will not take the road I see
For I don’t believe it’s the road for me.
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I had the nursery all prepared
for the one I waited for.
Pink or blue, it mattered not.
The rocker sat on the floor.
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The time of year emboldens me.
It helps me go with no reservation
into the future with no regrets
and with no hesitation.
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Yes, my love I think about you.
But tell me why it is I doubt you?
Shouldn’t it be the other way ‘round,
Could it be that you have found
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To capture a picture with a camera in hand
is to preserve the sight of nature’s land.
The focus of the photographer must always be
on just what their human eye does see.
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You read a page and turn it slow
And keep your mind upon it.
But your mind drifts and soon you know
Your focus was never on it.
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I never knew a thing or two
would make a blush upon my cheek.
I always thought that you’d be there
to make me blush when you would speak.
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