Diamonds, roses,
I need Moses
to cross this sea of loneliness,
part this red river of pain.
My lungs hurt from singing along. The busiest day in a long time doesn't remove it and even the moonlight dancing on the Puget Sound can't take it away.
I don't necessarily buy
any key to the future
or happiness, but I
need a little place in the sun sometimes
or I think I will die.
I'm relinquishing the battle.
1 comment:
Darling, I sang "Moses" at the top of my lungs this morning, hours before reading this post. MFEO.
(You blog! Me too!)
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