gone are the days long and short,
here are the hours that should have passed;
must i wonder where i should walk,
as the light falls like the sun upon the river i walk.
mint flavored rain drops fall with a certain elegance,
that the childish man walks with his mouth open,
and all the fools watch with a waiting chance,
but never will they say of what hunger lay in them.
trust in the heart of what trouble lay before,
and look back and forth at what you did as the thunder roars;
listen with care as the moon speaks to you,
the comfort of wisdom so rare among the few.
hinder the meaning of all that is said,
the truth is out there no matter what anyone says,
and we will stand tall like the mountains and trees,
we know what the words are that set us free.
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