Songs of truth to sell a question.
Selling songs with soulful smiles.
Miles may keep it far.
Across the states, across the lines.
Separation digs its heels in deep.
Holding down the softer kind.
Views of lakes, of country sides.
Rivers and the trees.
Mountains claim the traveled hearts.
Wander through my seas.
But don't talk, don't see.
Don't listen, don't hear.
Don't grown or yell or whisper smooth.
These words will all but tell.
Never met.
Never seen.
Never heard so never need.
None is better when none can last.
Wait, I'm just about to leave.
Get off the couch, onto the bus.
The train, the plane, the sky.
The taxi cab straight to your coast.
See what this song could try.
Written for was written calm.
Slow down will slow the evergreens.
Bare to green and green to bare.
A sudden memory.
She sent the sun my melody.
April 10, 2008
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its all about when you write.
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