Band's in the room
the trumpets tune
violins hold their place.
The silence breathes
expectantly
with frozen feet - no musical sheets.
Come with me
though we do not know the way
to navigate this maze.
I'll follow the song
that's flowing in our veins
written by God's graces, love.
I'll be Lewis
you play Clark
it's a vast frontier, love, opening up.
We'll find our way
our songs intonate
with this symphony of open space
Come with me
though we do not know the way
to navigate this maze.
I'll follow the song
that's flowing in our veins
written by God's graces, love.
Band's in the room
the trumpets tune
violins hold their place.
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