A missed step by the river's edge A chosen word, but it took too long Your last chance is all he said You won't miss it, till it's gone A ghost in the
It was a cold night in December The snow lay on the ground She was coming home from school one night From the other side of town It was getting late,
Just take my heart put it on ice 'Cause I don't think I could stand another blow Just one more tumble of the dice Though it's slipping through my hands
Crickets are chirpin', the water is high, There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry, Windows wide open, African trees Bent over backwards from
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Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone. Wipe away endless years, childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds of confusion, illusions
I carry the dust of a journey that cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me for I breathed it every day You and I are yesterday's answers the earth
Come forth, from love's spire Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire. Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are [of our] yearning, for
