Show me love
like the love that paints
the grass with light
when morning rays reach out
through the dead of space
to embrace the Earth each day.
Lay me softly
down into a bed of clouds
to match the comfort I would
show to that someone somewhere
who could show me truth.
Here and now
sing whatever song you want
because the dawning life's beauty
comes to those who call
for something new.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC
Show me love
like the love that paints
the grass with light
when morning rays reach out
through the dead of space
to embrace the Earth each day.
Lay me softly
down into a bed of clouds
to match the comfort I would
show to that someone somewhere
who could show me truth.
Here and now
sing whatever song you want
because the dawning life's beauty
comes to those who call
for something new.
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