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Feb 2019
“Second Time Round”

I’m going on a search
     Pulling out the map
I’m going through the open door
     There'll be no turning back

I’ll go on down the road
     I’ll walk along the shore
I’m going back for something
     ‘cause I know there’s something more

I’ll talk to all the workers
     I’ll talk to all their friends
I’ll ask them if they know the place
     Where the means equal the ends

I’ll kneel down with the Protestants
     I’ll pray with Catholics
I’ll ask them for the rosary that
     They make their magic with

I’m going back for happiness
Gone for peace of mind
I’ll go to find the state of grace
My heart could never find

I’m going back for laughter
Going back for joy
I'm gone to find the old cliché where
Country girl meets city boy

I’ll find the kiss I missed
I’ll hold the girl who smiled
I’ll find the love I left behind
That left me so beguiled

I’ll walk out to the rocky point
   I'll cast fate to the winds
I’ll fill my lungs with salty air
And there begin again

To find the folks who wear my skin
     To see the ones who don’t
To shake the hands of ones who care
     To hug the ones who won’t

I’ll climb up to the mountain high
     And ask God for a sign
And as his hands then lift me up
    I’ll say a fond goodbye


And then again my path begins
To start this life anew
New  roads start where
Old roads end
And I’ll walk the road with you
I'll walk this road with you
Mark Kelley
Written by
Mark Kelley  64/M/Maine
(64/M/Maine)   
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