Focus

Strange summer evening
Autumn wind blowing
Lurching from coast to coast
Blowing hot, blowing cold

And you drew everything
You knew everything
You gave focus

Red eyed morning
New light dawning
Coasting from pole to pole
Bowing low
For your glowing soul

And you drew everything
You knew everything
You drew focus

Where do your horses run?
When the seasons over
Do you tell them to gallop on
By bullets by boulders?

All horses fall up on
The thorns of winter
May all horses overcome
Their bruises and splinters

And you swing with the tides and the moon
Fear can take over
When you're burned and you're spurned and you're shunned
But your spirit's stronger

So you speak with a seeing tongue
Though you shake
Though you shiver
All that blossoms is not born in the black of winter

All hearts
All hearts carry on



Credits
Writer(s): Pearse Mcgloughlin
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