Testing still waters and tying knots
How many rounds, in rounds
Does one make around objects
In tying knots, fastened belts
In securing lines,
To get things right,
To get things right
To get it right
Run a mile on cycle lessons, bike
Third wheels off, from support
Scars on bandage tied in knots, bare signs of miles gone
And life is left on repeat play, while rain pours
In wondering minds, pondering
If the rain that formed in clouds
Form from, the same that washed the earth
How come it is not with salt and dirt when it pours
As becomes of the heart that heals
Like the pure rain, that pours
In streams, on us, from the heavens, recycled life lessons
On repeat play and plays repeat, and less of the weight
For hope holds, that it pours of rain so pure
To free hearts from darkened clouds
And set hearts free to love again
I can see clearly now; I am rain washed
