A rambling song
in the black of night
drifts upon the restless wind
and carries out of sight
the crisp night air
it's sacred way
of cleaning out the soul
calms my high-strung nerves
You need not worry.
'bout the past
'bout the future
they don't matter any more
I lay in the grass
overlooking the beach
the moon's amazing glow
brings light upon each crashing wave
and as the stars hang up above
like a million loving eyes
I am at peace with all the world
and my spirit left to fly.
--Hop Frog
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