A Wayward Heart
The summer rain fell softly upon me as I traveled along
I felt alive and energized and I began to sing an old song
The weeping willows stand as statues of a forgotten past
The flower garden, with its' angel fountain, glows as I pass
The rain gave way to a bright sunny day indeed
I rushed away each of these precious moments, there was no need
I found a turtle by the walk, I let him go on by
I see everything so clearly it makes my heart cry
Beckoning my soul is the song of the bluebird far away
His gentle song tugs at my heart along my way
I chisel a little more of my sad past as I go
Oh Lord, help this country boy clear his soul
Copyright © Roger Hadden | Year Posted 2013
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