Nuff said.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
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Thursday, 4 February 2010
A HIGHER PLAIN
I wrote this in 2005, just before I went on a bike ride on the Camino de Santiago in northwest Spain.
A HIGHER PLAIN
I want to hear the music of the world around me
I want to sing the song that is in my heart
I want that single place afar to try and find me
I want to go forward and return to the very start
I want to feel the melody within and live a lively tune
I want to laugh at myself
I want to bark at the moon
I want to know that perfect harmony
That comes when every day is true
I want to see a crystal sky
At the end of this path of pain
I want to know that when I die
What counts will be the friends that found me
And the simple song of love that plays behind me
And leads me ever towards a higher plain.
A HIGHER PLAIN
I want to hear the music of the world around me
I want to sing the song that is in my heart
I want that single place afar to try and find me
I want to go forward and return to the very start
I want to feel the melody within and live a lively tune
I want to laugh at myself
I want to bark at the moon
I want to know that perfect harmony
That comes when every day is true
I want to see a crystal sky
At the end of this path of pain
I want to know that when I die
What counts will be the friends that found me
And the simple song of love that plays behind me
And leads me ever towards a higher plain.
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
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