And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in the backroads By the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now that bind me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find That you're moving on the backroads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' Cracklin' caldron in some train yard My beard a rustling, cold towel, and A dirty hat pulled low across my face Through cupped hands 'round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That you're waiting from the backroads By the rivers of my memories Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind
May your Wednesday be filled with
blessings, like the sun that lights the sky, and may you always have courage to
spread your wings and fly. Hugs and smiles ~ Liliane
May Your Day Glow With Potential Sparkle With Promise And Shine With Possiblies... Happy Tasty Tuesday My Friend Enjoy Your Day,Whatever Your Plans Always Loves And Hugs, ~WW~ {Sue}
May Your Day Glow With Potential Sparkle With Promise And Shine With Possiblies... Happy Tasty Tuesday My Friend Enjoy Your Day,Whatever Your Plans Always Loves And Hugs, ~WW~ {Sue}
