Tuesday, December 20, 2011

This story repeats from the beginning...

Home is a place for rest
For finding where you are
Which has left
Repeating back to the beginning
Finding your child

And asking where you have gone?
Everyone I have known
I lose track what they say
I am walking away

I think I know you
But when I ask how you know me
I realize how little
I am
And what few thoughts
I know
 I am mute 

Watch me drive these streets
Watch me
And take it in
And know this is what I am 

I feel the ground
In its sandy burn
Finding Mother nature
Take me along on this journey

You want for me what you don't want for me
And I know that
And I'm ok
And so are you
And I love you

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