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 May 2014 Emily Reist
Nomad
Sing me a song,
of your life, and mine
sing the song of joys and pains,
sing me a tune
about right and wrong.

Sing me the song
of places we've been to
the places we have not
yet seen,
sing me the melody,
of places we've not yet been!

Sing me the song
of the troubles you've had,
the slow melancholy music,
of what's made you so sad,
sing me hymn of tears,
that you've cried each night
when you tear yourself from the inside
and how you give in without a fight.
Sing me that ode.

Sing to me the songs,
of your victories!
Sing me the triumphant blare,
of your histories!
The songs of your life
where you stood tall
head up high!
The songs of your life
where you felt you could
fly!

Sing me a song
of friend of mine
sing me a song
let me hear every
line.

Sing me a song.
 May 2014 Emily Reist
Nomad
Give me a piece
a peace to your heart,
give me a place
so that our love
can start.
Give me a piece
a piece of your mind,
give me your peace
and leave your worries behind.

Give me your hand,
and I'll show you the world,
up from above, and below the sand,
give me your feet
and I'll not lead you astray,
give me you,
so we can go on our way.

Give me a piece
of the peace you hold dear,
give me something,
anything,
let's start a friendship right here.

And so our friendship
will bloom like flowers
in the spring,
it'll come like the weather,
with all the sun and rain,
and the wind that sings.

Give me a piece of your peace
my love,
and I'll show you what heaven
is really made of.

It's not made out of gold,
or silvery things,
it's not even worth,
its worth in diamond
rings.

It's made out of love,
and pieces of peace,
it's the whispers of the wind
that plays in the trees.

It's the sweet ringing laughter
when you laugh in my ear,
it's when I hear you,
your sweet voice my dear.

A piece of peace,
is all that I need,
because that's all it takes,
is one little seed.

So give me a piece of your peace
my friend,
and I'll stand by it
never to
end.

A Piece
of
Peace.
 May 2014 Emily Reist
Nomad
Miles and Miles to go,
that's how far I must treck
through rain, hail, sun, and snow
still yet I have
Miles and Miles to go.

Miles and Miles to go,
where I will stop,
when will I end,
it's not like anybody will know,
when I've yet to travel
Miles and Miles,
Miles to go.

Down this beaten path,
or broken road,
over the hill-tops and mountains,
through yon valleys so deep,
it's the precious little memories of each
of all the people and places
I keep.
Yet I know I'll have more,
with life keeping the better parts in store,
but there's only one way to know for sure,
when I've yet to simply endure,
Miles and Miles To Go.

Trek along, the weary way,
with no place of my own,
not a warm place to stay,
I endure the hardships of the weather,
hoping one day
it'll all be better,
but better land is so far away,
and I've got me mind still sharp and together,
and come the troubles, and come as they may,
I know I'm never alone,
when I travel the road by day.

Miles and Miles to go,
my feet has toughened
harder than boots,
I'm finally going,
the land of my roots.
There's no more place that I'd rather go,
than to the place,
the place I call my home.

To finally feel the warm ground beneath my feet,
to finally feel the comfort,
of the sun's blanketing heat.
To feel the wind as it washes through my hair,
to feel the raindrops on my skin,
like I didn't care.
To smell the dew, in the early morn,
to finally taste, some of that home grown corn.

And yet...
I've a long way to go,
before I finally head home,
still I must travel,
still
I must roam.
For the work is not done,
nor will it ever be,
there's a race to be run,
and I'm not the only one,
with Miles
And Miles
To Go.

Miles And Miles To Go.

— The End —