June 6, 2010
The sun beams slow
like each second that passes
when I am here lone
when the wind blows through he grasses
the air is changing
but here I stand
others have excuses
but reasons are in my hand
if sunlight fell like rain
and moonlight never faded
the world would brighten
but diamond now is jaded
even in the darkest shadow
when time and light slows
there is always and answer
when the wind blows

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