1. |
Miles to Go
03:48
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All my words say you can trust me
but my actions speak otherwise
The only truth I've ever spoken
is everything I say is lies
And I know I've got a lot to learn
about the man I'm meant to be
But all these years that I've been searching
I never have quite been able to see
I feel the wind in my bones
an icy hand around my frigid soul
reminding me of where I am
and all the miles I have left to go
I've miles and miles to go before I'm home
So please accept this consolation
for my lack of clarity
'Cause I'm afraid I'm still discovering
just who it is I want to be
I feel the wind in my bones
an icy hand around my frigid soul
reminding me of where I am
and all the miles I have left to go
I've miles and miles to go before I'm home
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2. |
Forest Song
03:17
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You wandered alone into the forest
robins singing songs above your head
As the golden sun hid his face behind the hills
the shadows greeted you with open arms
In the morning, the light broke through the branches
We found you curled beneath a willow bough
Your clothes a mess with dirt and grass stains
we scooped you up and took you home
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3. |
Casket
04:48
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As the silver moon
slid beneath the trees
in the distance
we both stopped to listen
to the locusts
singing songs
singing little songs
over head
and I turned to you and said:
The world is the most beautiful casket
beautiful casket I have ever seen
And the world is the most beautiful casket
beautiful casket I have ever seen
Walking through the streets
I see the children
all around
waiting to grow old
And I think
to myself
Don't be in such a rush
but even I
forget that this is not a race
And the world is the most beautiful casket
beautiful casket I have ever seen
The world is the most beautiful casket
beautiful casket I have ever seen
Will you hold
my hand when I go
when I am set free
from the constraints of my body?
The world is the most beautiful casket
beautiful casket I have ever seen
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4. |
The Little Prince
03:56
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The sweet Little Prince
came down from the sky
to teach me some stuff
about this thing we call life
Like how to see snakes
with an elephant snack
and how to be tamed
while taming right back
But, oh, I don't know
how these baobabs
continue to grow
their roots reach far below
and they grow and they grow
and they grow
The invisible things
cannot be seen
except by the eyes
of the heart
So follow its lead
to the magic it seeks
and happiness cannot be far
But, oh, I don't know
how these baobabs
continue to grow
their roots reach far below
and they grow and they grow
and they grow
And I see my home
my tiny floating stone
I see my home
a rose and three volcanoes
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5. |
What I Meant to Say
03:35
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6. |
For Mary
03:29
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Don't say you love me
and then leave me
in the morning on my own
'Cause I need you near me
oh, please hear me
when I say you feel like home
When the leaves
of the trees have flown
and the flowers'
happy seeds have been sown
With the watercolor sky
against the light behind you eyes
I feel the warmth of summer
in my bones
When the leaves
of the trees have flown
and the flowers'
happy seeds have been sown
With the watercolor sky
against the light behind your eyes
I feel the warmth of summer
in my bones
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Ryon Whitfield Tulsa, Oklahoma
I was raised in the small town of Owasso, OK. Other than music, I enjoy literature, poetry, Autumn afternoons, and going on adventures. Hugs are pretty cool too.
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