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Mittens frozen in this cold town,

But I’m on my way to believing.

Melted down to hear that sound,

beneath me that spells what I’m achieving.

Blue lines flow out of one little cloud,

Lines or stripes that I’ve earned respectively.

Sewn by angels to tame the lion from being proud,

Pray for a ballad to pose we learn perpetually.


I recall a time I paced slowly through this city,

looking at my hand seeing a small one in mine.

She asked me, “Do you think that I’m pretty?”

I said, “As I, your father, you will do just fine.”

“Is fine enough for this city?” was her follow,

she was early on, bless her for not understanding.

I answered, “Be fine enough to leave this city like the swallows,”

“See the beauty within you, and soar out to outstanding.”


Early on, when children knew the universe,

silver was diamond and diamond was divine.

Early on, when age was the only curse,

blindness became light, adolescence reached to refine.

We sing, we dance, we come to believe,

into another day where these things strip us naked.

Coats of sin, blasphemy, sorrow we once wore and received,

we’re stripped down to His beauty we once thought was jaded.


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My golden gem,
In a diamond slumber.
When the room is dim,
Shine your morning aura.

My golden gem,
In a diamond slumber.
I’ll sit and stare,
For many hours to come.

My golden gem,
In a diamond slumber.
Have fun in your dreams,
And wake today in your morning aura

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Prepare yourself,

Know that its coming.

Take a peek,

Through the bleached blinds.

Search for the letters,

Spelling tears in the sand.

Dress in the satin,

your skin is softer.

I can feel it from postcards,

Ones from far far away.

I sent many to our child,

So she can build a castle of her own.

Tell her about me,

This is critical.

I sent driftwood off my boat.

It’s only a wave from you.

Light it to fire.

Near the shore tonight.

Teach her to share tonight,

As the wind tells stories to my sail.

I hate to say it,

Some tales make him cry.

I soothe him with letters from you.

He’ll be gentle when you meet him.

Sing to me tonight,

from your side of the waves.

Send me the air you breathe,

from your side of the waves.

I have the “of love” to your “tears”,

on my side of the sea.

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