Across Time

Here’s a song I wrote based on a stream-of-consciousness poem my Dad sent me.

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This is me, across time
I have changed. I’ve lost then I’ve gained
My little pieces of string
There is here and there is now
While the future, well she’s always weaving
As I search for the magic
of those who can chisel fine stone from thin air
Leaning in for some truth

I know the treasure
of a hand on my shoulder
saying ‘Hush now, it’ll be alright’
Though the path can grow weary
And the mountains rise high
You still say, ‘It’ll be alright’

You know that making mistakes
For all the right reasons
is my line of work
Sometimes I learn
But the learning sure hurts me and so
I fight the science of
Cold gravity.
The more I let go, the lighter I feel
I want to gain from my loss

I know the treasure
of a hand on my shoulder
saying ‘Hush now, it’ll be alright’
Though the path can grow weary
And the mountains rise high
You still say, ‘It’ll be alright’

I know the treasure
of a hand on my shoulder
saying ‘Hush now, it’ll be alright
Each time that boulder
rolls back down that hill
You still say, ‘It’ll be alright.
Why don’t you gimme some of your heavy load’

This highway gets lonely but sometimes there’s a gas station where I’ll run into a friend

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