A Singing Moment, Instead of a Shining One
Counting Crows
Someone else’s song and dancing anyway
I know that I have my own music
Somewhere singing inside the brightest corner of my soul
HS, as one of my many aunts calls the Holy Spirit,
Whispers
Way to go
“Nah Nah Nah Na, yeah”
To borrow a lyric
Copyright © Autumn Rose Wood | Year Posted 2008
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