Wish less drifters from life’s past
The basic rules they fail to grasp
Wonders seen dark places been
Waking slowly from their dreams
Highways stretching cars speed fast
Altered lanes through landscapes cast
Heartfelt promises once thought true
Cloudbanks mingle as the crows fly past
Soft breeze stirring through the trees
Wattle grasses chattering at your knees
Rich earth country mountains high
Waiting as life silently passes by
Reaching handholds in blue sky
Retreating from those deserts dry
Maintaining grace some dignity
Shaded beneath the earth’s green tree
As silent teardrops well runs dry
Again we search the answers from on high
Showing some thing’s feeling none
Hand held high to tired to run
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