I See the Dawn Coming
I see blue, raspy, wispy voice
singing me this song to set us free
I see sublime of ages of surreal harmonies
holding that wounded child
and immersing that child in love
on a chorus of angels
with that horse riding off into the sunset
of freedom.
I see that voice and I see that child
and I see that chorus of voices
singing ever so loudly
telling me, that the truth is coming
dear child
I see the love in so many souls on this planet
all but the last parasites of man
I see the dawn coming.
Copyright © John Goodman | Year Posted 2013
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