Saturday, December 19, 2020

Music Box

Life is but a music box
What is it that will unlock?
Keep on looking for the key
It's so dark I cannot see
Searching for the light and air
Certainly don't have it there 
Bloom where you are planted, sure
What of soil that can't nurture?
They blocked rays with parasols
No not me, I want it all
El condor pasa, wave to it
To the sky these eyes do lift
Fledgling flying toward the sun
Baby I was born to run

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