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Sep 2016
It's quiet here as the sun goes down
and nighttime paints the sky

I'm just like all these creeping vines
that climb their way towards the light

I don't know which way to turn
to follow my heart

I'll try and share my soul with you
but I'll always have something hidden inside

Whether or not
      The days grow shorter
             Take me inside
                     Show me what matters now
that we're free

This life ain't for the faint of heart
jumping off that cliff

I know somehow I'll catch myself
taken by the wind

I walk between two worlds
dreaming' up what's real

Planted firmly in the soil
so I can finally Be

Whether or not
       The days grow shorter
            Take me inside
                 Show me what matters now
that we're free

Guarded and sanctified
masterful and childlike

We can either watch the sunrise
or become part of the light

Symphonies of falling leaves
cover what we've known

Delight in intimate mystery
let's become all that we are.
Maressa Fonger
Written by
Maressa Fonger  Greenfield, MA
(Greenfield, MA)   
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