Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Dusty time country

Oh but the horizon is so wide
and the road, it stretches on, so long.
But if one listens to the wind- it tries
to explain the ways of song and time.

Oh, how you we try to watch our smiles
and forget to taste our tears.
When its crying that makes our faces shine
with the essence of our years.

Oh how I love, how I love to feel.
it's easy and it's hard.
When I breath, my heart does rise
and my many wounds do heal.