Living Inside the Sun

Living inside the sun isn't as hard as you think.
Speaking aloud makes the clock tick,
And i grow to reach the day to click
An answer buzzing inside my clock.

A lick put on the place,
The place we met, that place that meant
Words unsaid and people unmet
I just hope it sent.

A message to those boys and girls sitting
Around the fire
I begged to the God of mercy and thanks
But i thought of that place

That place we met, the place that meant
Words unsaid and people unmet
I just hope it
Sent.

That clock that ticks
Ticks when i talk
Talking tables toward the Trail
Of tears, of blood, of grace and *****.

I thought that buzzing answer was coming
Into reach
But it left me hoping
Desiring more.

And then the day came
The day i made the clock tick
When i found that answer to the way
The question was stated i thought it sent.

And know i realize with cold
Cold eyes that the answer was
In front of that place we met
That place, that place.

So now i sing
Now I dance
I just want you to know that
Living inside the sun

Isn't as hard as you think
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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