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 Travelling across the distant blaze Thundering the sun above the haze. Trickling life continues on ahead, chasing the storm as if we were led. The destination we finally found But I noticed no one else around. Down the canyon meanders we drift, million year erosion a treasured gift. My goal to be alone with you at last under the distant lightening flash. The message on maps so far away, that we receive this God given day. And grateful would be a word to use, thoughts always dwelling on the truth. The canyon takes a new direction here, homeward bound, a beginning is near. |
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