…Wake up to find out
that you are the eyes of the world
but the heart has its beaches
its homeland and thoughts of its own
that you are the eyes of the world
but the heart has its beaches
its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you
are the song that the morning brings
but the heart has its seasons
its evenings and songs of its own
Sometimes we live no
particular way but our own
Sometimes we visit your country
and live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses
Sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear
are just songs of our own…
-Hunter/Garcia
Promoted by Steven D, because it’s Friday! As Atrios might say, document the atrocities.