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Strider (6/21/23)
There's only so much you can write into one lady
When you don't know if anything new happened in those days
The fatherless voyage
You still make the most of it when you're a kid
You hear the trumpets humming
You hear the bagpipes wailing
You knew the sand mine was singing
Inner peace therapy
Inner singing
Outer signals
Within range of receiving
Inner sea
Inner sanctum
Outer love
Pure breeze
Turned into hail
Turned into chances
Turn an eye inward
Toward the inner 'I'
© Joe_W_D
When you don't know if anything new happened in those days
The fatherless voyage
You still make the most of it when you're a kid
You hear the trumpets humming
You hear the bagpipes wailing
You knew the sand mine was singing
Inner peace therapy
Inner singing
Outer signals
Within range of receiving
Inner sea
Inner sanctum
Outer love
Pure breeze
Turned into hail
Turned into chances
Turn an eye inward
Toward the inner 'I'
© Joe_W_D
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