Once again a time of change
O the change makes music
And the children will dance
See the pieces of the picture
rearrange themselves
It feels just like a symphony
to me,
With nothing left to chance
Just look over your shoulder
It's out of you hands
It's over for now
Leave behind what you can
You can always return
The rhythm remains unbroken
Unspoken but loud and clear
It's a slow vibration.
Migration
Mystery muse, how I hunger
for an answer
Unsung song, how I long to
play the changes
Hidden rhythm, haven't I always
been your dancer
Sacred secrets of the meaning
to my dreaming. Migration
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