Sunday Clippings

Daylight finds you Sunday morning
Hands are busy mind's gone drifting
All the people are gone
Are you real if no one remembers your name

Maybe you're not really trying
Filling holes in worn out siding
Maybe time to move on
Now is where you belong
But you have to know if maybe you were wrong

On the breeze yellow leaves reach heaven on the breeze
But the trees never forget that they were once together together

Daylight finds you Sunday morning
Hands are tired mind is clearing
Leaves scatter the ground
Ladder's leaning yawning in the sun
Find the faces you love
Find a favorite chair
Ladder thoughts are miles and miles away



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Chejoka
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