Poetry

Written by: Walt Wilkins ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^ INTRO Some things I've done make my conscience burn, My very spine shutter and squirm. I only hope that I've learned from my sins. I heard a voice when I was 13, Got baptised and washed up clean. But the world has a way, if you know what I mean, Of scuffin' you up again. - I can't explain a blessed thing, Not a fallen star or a feathered wing, Or how a man in chains can have the strength to sing. (2."I'll Fly Away) Just one thing is clear to me, (3. like a bird) There's always more than what appears to be And when the light's just right I swear I see...poetry. - Well, somebody made everything From my soul inside out to Saturn's rings, How my baby smiles, how Ray Charles sings... Of course we were created. Clouds make rain, the ocean makes sand, The earth breathes fire, and lava makes land. Well, that took a mighty hand And a wild imagination. - REPEAT CHORUS - 4x Dreams I dreamed came back ten-fold From the friends that I have to the woman I hold. I look down on a street of gold, After all the mud along the way. Sometimes a big ol' mystery can lead right in on me. Says that I am home and I am free... And I'll take that anyday. - REPEAT CHORUS - Just one thing is clear to me, There's always more than what appears to be And when the light's just right I swear I see...poetry. enjoy :) [email protected]