Lauren B Called

Rookie - 113 Points (Motown)

12-15-87


There is a common place
where we all meet
though we may reach it at different times
like the highest mountain peak
if we realize it before we're gone
to open our eyes to see
how small the differences
between what we believe
listen to the wind blowing
we all know the song it sings
we're all still just buds
waiting to bloom in spring
what has carried us through
and for centuries men have known the sound
of the voice, yet silence
when we know we are not alone
there is a God

Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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