I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Little Song

It's not Halloweenie, but I love this song and it came through the rotation last night, and now I'm sharing it with you. I hope you like it too.


My soul writes me
My soul plays me
My soul sings me
So I'll sing this little song for you

I love her song writing. So many jewels sprinkled throughout.

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