Monday, 7 September 2009

All will be well

When the flying dreams come back,
when I get to see the past through the cold window,
when you can speak the truth and I can believe it. 

All will be well.

When the journey plans return,
when I get to breath the present without hesitation,
when you can follow your path and I can walk my line.

All will be well -whatever that may mean-
Of this we can be sure.


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