Changes

Cold winter morning                                         

The sun is gone

Still I have to

Carry on

 

Face the day 

Forge along

Yet within me

There's a song

 

Of warmth ahead

Of bright, clear skies

Of days when I 

Can realize

 

A dream of balmy 

Breezes blowing

Fresh, clear brooks

Of water glowing

 

Leaves of green

On dappled trees

Hay fields growing

To my knees

 

Flowers blooming

Clouds of cotton

Images I 

Have half forgotten

 

Change is coming

Tantalizing

Deep inside

My hopes are rising

 

Waiting for 

One special thing

That oh, so glorious

First day of spring

 


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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