I'm just going to cross again
find a way to be your friend
in the sea that washes every tide
Playing sand within the stand
a river rolls with a rocky band
to sing the songs of yesterday's home
I can see the dance and the dancer in you
a gift of time from where we view
the passing of the long winding train
Where the opening of ruby seated hearts
in the sapphire of eternal love
is nourished by golden yellow bands
and the emerald green of every scene
is star dust for the hall of rest
where a soul that can be friends
with themselves is very blessed
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