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No Regrets/No Sweat

Surfing the Waves Life Sprayed Out the Hose


I wish you could sing.
Sing to the stars to move.
They’d move to me and I’d smile and close my eyes.
So I could enter a world absent of mirrors.

I wish you could sing.
Sing to our daughter.
Stranded on the isle in her room.
Could she ever find the boy in her dreams?

I wish you could sing.
Sing to the hungry.
So that maybe they’d build a thirst like mine.
A thirst for your voice and escape out of those minds.

I wish you could sing.
Sing to the snow to never melt.
Sing to the flowers to never wither.
Sing to the fire to calm.
Sing to the house to be strong and not burn down.
To be strong and not burn down.
I wish I could save you.

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