From the recording To Create
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a beautiful woman names
I hardly know her face
never heard her story
she speaks to me I hear her say
don't you wish the sun would shine today
would help a lot of broken people
be on their way
what gets you out of bed when skies are grey
the rhythm in her words fall like rain
smile washes over me the same
her poetry escapes
a beauty to behold
speaks to me I hear her say
don't you ever laugh like your a child
hula-hoop hold hands
if only for a while.
til the worlds a little brighter
share some smiles
her imagery imagines love with rage
she colours the unspoken with no name
she paints a picture
i study her ways
speak to her on sunday