In Through the Out Door
Walking the soft sands of yesteryear
only the good times come to mind
stardust and moonbeams filter
between the redemption that I find
bright light hangs out in the distance
hints of tomorrow's sunset never found
seashells echo a hopeful message
carry along bits of you in every sound
a young ballerina twirls in solo dance
watched so closely but still so far away
reach I reach out of my darkness
for a ring to shine for just one more day
heading in through the out door
barely keeping my head above ground
shaking off the unholy water
this time I'm sticking around
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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