Snow blinds while the colors and sounds
They shape my garden of sound
And no repeat to the notes that I seek
Just Write em down, in a verse take a peak
I try my best to approach day by week,
and not the month, or the year or the crowd
A gentle breeze or a wisper from God
I'll take my chance and become the mirage
No bullet vest, or a treasure to find
How many grains of sand be left to the time
The time has come for a need to be
these hall of walls they seem to need
a newer sound to bounce off these walls
reverb a sound that can fill this call
the river flows yet feels so warm
its given life when I felt so torn
I take a sip and feel reborn
I see the stars than I feel the warmth
I feel the warmth and I dont know what to do
these floors are cold so long I've grown use to the view
and to the feel from in this glass
the lense bend light to help me pass
my way in life so blind at hand but visions man
they come my way of greater times and times far away