We’ve picked ourselves
From the stream’s edges
Time has passed us there, and told us nothing
We laid hands on our heads and began to sob
Eyeing into the crowded stars in the skies, again
We’ve let our silences be touched by gold
And each time we think of our crowned roses
We wear the cute smiles our childhood gave us
Oh! but dead afternoons don’t meet the sunrise
To make us embrace the beauty our eyes forget
So! forgive us for we have forgotten to truly live
The black skies might prey on us tonight
Thief us off the bodies we’ve proudly built
Oh! yes, we who have lived only by living
Have forgotten the gifts nature handed us
So we let boys like Ablie teach us a thing about joy
With our feet buried in the sand
We throw our busy hands into the wind
As if it were some land inherited from our fathers
They must be laughing! watching us from heaven
Tomorrow will come, we will walk the tiny paths
To pick up the sunflower seeds summer left us
This time we’ll be reminded to remember our gifts
Teach our lips to thank the soils and the skies
Living entirely grateful
But what promise do we give tomorrow?
I do know, that I trust Julie with my tomorrow.
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