And there
are brainstorms a-risin’.
If I make it
through the desert,
There’s a
mission over the horizon.
Years come
and go so fast –
Seems like
I’ve just begun.
I’ve yet to
paint that masterpiece
Or dance
with the furthest sun.
I’ve never
touched a star or
Seen the
bed that the moon lies on.
But if I make
it through the desert,
There’s a
mission over the horizon.
A mission over the horizon –
A place the
rest my soul.
There’ll
surely be some comfort there
At that over-the-horizon goal.
Thoughts in
my head…
Brainstorms
a-risin’…
Make it
through the desert…
Mission over
the horizon.
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