I really like this one. Enjoy.
When the day is over
And the crowds thin out
And all the white walls look purple,
I'll be out, kicking around,
My mind running 'round in circles.
When the wood doves take
Their places in
The trees where they've built nests,
I'll embrace the world as is
And hope just for the best.
And I'll walk and walk and walk and walk:
I'll walk without an aim
'Neath skies that good and bad men walked
Before I had a name.
And I'll dream of days when those I love
Felt no hurt or pain,
Their eyes a sparkle when I would
Disembark a train.
I'll dream of days
And walk on by
And thank God I'm alive
To see these skies of amethyst,
To live the gift of life.
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