Through the fence

Looking through the fence I see 

Rolling hills and fields of green

Oh so close, the other side

A place to run under blue skies

And yet I do not seem to know

How to move from this shadow

Should I slowly start to climb

Or with one leap just try to fly

I am sure there is a way

Lord, please hold my hand today


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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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