You walk with eyes wide open
ever looking for the guiding hand
Until a day when death a door opens
to the inner side of the wind
Life is a twisting highway
a lonely interstate
the soul is the endless engine
that keeps us moving in the thoughts we think
Love will never end
It's what we'll find when the highway bends
Into the shadows my dear friend
we'll see the inner side of the wind
The corn is high in the fields
soon the harvest will come again
the autumn brings change and an orange moon
and a cold mysterious wind
Green leaves change on the branches
yellow, red, and gold
reminding those who notice
the mystery of death and hope
You walk with eyes wide open
ever looking for the guiding hand
Until a day when death a door opens
to the inner side of the wind
wkm
Oxford MS
July 23, 2009
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