While walking through the park I heard the writings on the walls that the prophets left behind in music,
this a place I go to inside when the flesh makes me weary and sick.
So many there are that Ive yet to meet,
each voice inside begins with a simple kind meet and greet.
Then the silence fills the hallowedness in my falling,
still I hear a voice inside of me always calling.
Once I lived as the troubled waters under your bridge,
now I see faith as the distance between hope and love from a smoky mt. blue ridge.
As I stepped within the scarborough fair to listen to their words,
I closed my eyes and heard the songs sung by all of the free birds.
So many tunes composed and written that set my soul free,
I thank God as I feel many were written just for me.
Hearing the voices that understand my way of thinking,
they find me each time when in the stormy seas my ship is sinking.
This is where you can find me when you close your eyes,
flying high above the crystal clear blue skies.
For what I have seen the world do to others,
seems to separate a love that should be found in all of my sisters and brothers.
A true love serene I know one day is to come,
this when we all meet up in God's Kingdom.
Until then I dedicate every love song that touches your heart in prayer,
this becuz something inside of me really does 'care'...