Feb 122015
 

Over and over again
I turn to poetry, I turn to music
when things get tough

They open a window to the cosmos
They fill that empty place in my soul

Over and over again
when the going gets tough
I turn to that quiet place

just before dawn, as the world sleeps
I feel the great Spirit in that quiet place
when all is still quiet on Route 25

When all is still quiet I feel alive
When all is still quiet I feel alive

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