Oh, be the music in my head
The air around my bed
Oh, be my rest
Replace the small disgraces of
The times and places I never really left
Oh, I want to fly, fly forward into the light
Be alive, to come alive
On the leaf-bright Friday drive
Sudden horses at the redlight
Turn around, see clearer ways to go now
- the Innocence Mission
Friday, November 10, 2006
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