I never want to go back home anymore.
The feeling of belonging somewhere
falls into the sky. The deepest blue of
midnight's hour interrupted by golden light behind moons.
Every place I am now I live to be there.
So cracked and broken it's beautiful, okay to stare.
The wind changed suddenly and I was ready.
To take off, always had been half sprung like a cat.
Pacing encasing every walking hour I want to be free.
The void inside the heart brings me closer to where
I see the reflection of eyes unseen.
Always ready to be heard, everyone with a pure singing heart.
Projecting forward we will meet and create a new start.
-Ed Tajchman
The feeling of belonging somewhere
falls into the sky. The deepest blue of
midnight's hour interrupted by golden light behind moons.
Every place I am now I live to be there.
So cracked and broken it's beautiful, okay to stare.
The wind changed suddenly and I was ready.
To take off, always had been half sprung like a cat.
Pacing encasing every walking hour I want to be free.
The void inside the heart brings me closer to where
I see the reflection of eyes unseen.
Always ready to be heard, everyone with a pure singing heart.
Projecting forward we will meet and create a new start.
-Ed Tajchman
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