the Rabbles/Family Strange   Leave a comment


A lifetime slips by/Untapped potential
No one knows why/Or what’s essential
Taking place/Too big to all embrace

Touched by the hand/Of many spirits
Led on our way/and always nearest
Memories of joy/Of little girls and boys

Family strange/and I’m a stranger
No way to relate/this fear or anger
On our own/Blown from a dandelion

We’re just a seed/Chosen and planted
Sprouted and grown/Not understanded
All that much/At once as years go by

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