Journey On the Morn

Feel it in the winds a' blowing, the changes from 'cross the sea; In the coolness of the ev'ning, for those hoping to break free. Flowing o'er the plains of Georgia and the days that come to mind, Moving further down the highways through the corridors of time. . . Like a never ending story that rolls somewhere far ahead, Beyond one's imagination and those pages yet unread. Tomorrows grow from what's been left in the days which we once knew, While someone else tells the old tale from another point of view. And all of this seems to take place when it is expected least, Just before the coming sunrise that's been waiting in the east. It's as though we've never been there or that we had ever gone Beyond the passing childhood dreams that once led forever on. Somewhere soft in the picture frame, which still holds a yellow page, There be faces we'll remember far into an unseen age. A whispered song of yesterday always lifts that one more smile, And soothes the souls of ravaged beasts, if just for a little while. Before you know ev'ning has passed, sunshine warms the heart within, One last page is turned with the breeze; a new journey does begin.