Echos Of My Fathers Mind, To Mine...
Come follow the river, Come
by Rebecca Navarre
follow the tide. Come fly across
valleys, and mountains wide. Come
soar over Persia, or into Bermudas
night skies. Travel through Africa,
on a camel ride. Climb the glaciers
of Alaska, see the auras bright cast
of...lights...Just don't ever close
your eyes, , , to the sights...To where
you find... your at a point in time...
You have to ask, , , the, Question, to yourself...
Have I let life, , , blow past... To strangers,
has my kindness been vast...Whats left to hold,
whats left to grasp...Has my love left a path...
Has it been enough to make...memories, , , that last...