white string’s

sing the song of the upstream
with the melody that carries
along with the wind
along with the wind

drops of rain ease my pain
chilling the day in brought in vain
hushing of wind blush my skin
chasing the air full of despair

daffodils singing blue jays flying
big oaks lining meadow hugging
it’s the sound of August
waking up the life of forest

my heart, deep in my heart
every chamber slammed by the echo
and the heart increased in crescendo
my heart, deep in my heart

i run to the sea
i run and free
and it is all coming back to mee
and it is all coming back to mee

the rain, oh the rain
dropping on my deepest terrain
flooding my yellow room
of once hollow and doomed

i run to the sea
i run to Thee
rhapsody bringing me
up and free
free of the strangling memory
to be and want to be